Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

After the show it's the party then
the party it's the hotel lobby and
After the Belve' it's probably Cris'
And after the original it's this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix with the homie from the Midwest
Game recognize game, do too
It's the new 2 Live Crew, I suppose you
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 closest you've been warned
But niggas don't get the 'til the weapons is drawn
Make your way backstage, baby girl on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the

In the back of the club with
Poppin' of Cris with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' up for grabs for ma-ma
Cause about to go down tonight
I'm a be drinkin' 'til the early (that's right)
Nigga high 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 see them big things only cause I

While y'all club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you 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' lanes in my Six, in the
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 to tear this club up
Don't worry 'bout expenses cause I got that sho'
Ready to BOO like I'm outta jizzail
I need WOO from all the honey's on the DL
I my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's what them thugs 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 fuckin' wit
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly you seen her?"
she wit me on the low
Gettin' off the 'dro, got her knees on the flo'

I put the big up, come through in a Rover
Not only Kelly and Gotti, it's Boo and
Pop Cris if you like, my ice glist' in the
I'm wit Roc-Land right, so I'm rich for
I'm Heaven, everybody wanna get to me
How you it to the gates and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher that ecstasy

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

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

Fiesta,