Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

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

In the back of the club with
Poppin' bottles of 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 high like a muh'fuckin
three honies just to make 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 you seen her?"
she wit me on the low
Gettin' high off the 'dro, got her on the flo'

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

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

While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly 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, through in a Rover
Not only Kelly and Gotti, it's Boo and
Pop Cris if you like, my ice in the light
I'm wit Roc-Land right, so I'm for life
I'm Heaven, everybody wanna get to me
How you make it to the gates and forget the
I'm the one God chose so you blessed me
Floyd getchu higher than that ecstasy

Hey yo I come stunnin',
Plus I'm gettin' blunted in the new six-hundred the big rims on it
We rock rocks light ya shoulders
Gotta lotta hot cars but the is colder (ah)
You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and
Cris' like its H-2-O
All we do is spend cheese we love the dough
Mami roll more trees before it's to go

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

Fiesta,