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 then it's probably Cris'
And the original it's probably 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
Bullets'll you like Moet mimosas
Catch us coasts, racin' twin Porsche's
Boxes glocks that'll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever come closest been warned
But niggas don't get the picture 'til the weapons is
Make your way backstage, girl it's on
And be drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'

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

y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
Gotcha man "Kelly have 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 named Tasha, in the
Took the hood I moved it, to the 'burbs
Now no more sheriffs or polices, in the (that's right)
And we about to tear this up
Don't worry 'bout expenses I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh outta
I need some WOO all the honey's on the DL
I my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's what them thugs yellin' when the strippers on
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got yellin' from that up and down sizzle

y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
Gotcha man "Kelly have 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 for life
I'm Heaven, everybody wanna get to me
How you make it to the and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed me
Gotti getchu higher than that ecstasy

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

If you got cash money then you this 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 on some 'dro then you feel this shit
And if you off that ecstasy you got's to this shit
If you sippin' on some Cris' you got's to feel shit
And if you up and shit, you got's to feel this shit

Fiesta,