Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta

After the it's the after party then
After the party it's the hotel and
After the Belve' it's probably Cris'
And after the it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix with the homie from the Midwest
recognize 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 coasts, racin' twin Porsche's
with glocks that'll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever come closest been warned
But niggas get the picture 'til the weapons is drawn
Make your way backstage, girl it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the

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

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'

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 or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we about to tear club up
Don't worry expenses cause I got that sho' 'nough
to BOO like I'm fresh outta jizzail
I some WOO from all the honey's on the DL
I my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's what them thugs yellin' the strippers on fizzles
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got yellin' from that 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 and Gotti, it's Boo and Hova
Pop if you like, my ice glist' in the light
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 forget the
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 six-hundred the big rims on it
We rocks that'll light ya shoulders
Gotta lotta hot but the drops is colder (ah)
You see me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Cris' like its H-2-O
All we do is spend cheese cause we the dough
Mami roll trees before it's time to go

If you got cash then you feel this shit
And if you rollin' on them then you feel this shit
If you drunk off in the club you feel this shit
If a motherfuckin' thug then you feel this shit
If you smokin' on some 'dro you feel 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 got's to this shit

Fiesta,