Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta

After the it's the after party then
After the party it's the hotel and
After the Belve' then probably Cris'
And after the original it's probably (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, do too
the new 2 Live Crew, I suppose you knew
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but approach us or
Bullets'll chase you like mimosas
Catch us both coasts, racin' Porsche's
Boxes with that'll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever come closest you've warned
But niggas don't get the picture 'til the weapons is
your way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the

In the back of the club ma-ma
bottles of Cris with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' hundreds up for for ma-ma
Cause it's to go down tonight
I'm a be 'til the early liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three honies just to me feel ri-zight
My, my, my, my
It's what they all say when they see the ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see big things only cause I

While gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you her?"
she wit me on the low
Gettin' off the 'dro, got her knees on the flo'

Fiesta, fiesta,
Fiesta,
Fiesta,
Fiesta,
Fiesta,
Fiesta,
Fiesta,
Fiesta,

lanes in my Six, in the 'burbs
I met a named Tasha, in the 'burbs
the hood then I moved it, to the 'burbs
Now no sheriffs or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we about to tear club up
Don't worry 'bout expenses cause I got that 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh outta
I some WOO from all the honey's on the DL
I my, my, my, my (yeah)
what them thugs yellin' when the strippers on fizzles
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha yellin' from that up and down

While y'all gotta club date, I'm wit arenas
man sayin' "Kelly have you seen her?"
she wit me on the low
Gettin' high off the 'dro, got her on the flo'

I put the big body up, come through in a
Not only Kelly and Gotti, Boo and Hova
Pop Cris if you like, my ice glist' in the
I'm wit right, so I'm rich for life
I'm like Heaven, everybody get to me
How you make it to the gates and the key?
I'm the one God chose so you through me
Gotti Floyd getchu than that ecstasy

Hey yo I through stunnin',
Plus I'm gettin' in the new six-hundred with the big rims on it
We rocks that'll light ya shoulders
lotta hot cars but the drops is colder (ah)
You see me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Cris' like its H-2-O
All we do is spend cause we love the dough
Mami roll more trees it's time to go

If you got cash money then you feel this
And if you rollin' on them things then you this shit
If you off in the club then you feel this shit
If you'se a motherfuckin' thug then you feel this
If you smokin' on some 'dro then you feel shit
And if you off that ecstasy you got's to feel this
If you sippin' on some Cris' you got's to this shit
And if you up and shit, you got's to feel this shit

Fiesta,