Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Remix)

After the show it's the party then
After the party it's the lobby and
After the Belve' then probably Cris'
And after the original probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix the homie from 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 coasts, racin' twin Porsche's
Boxes with glocks that'll pop ya to ya ghost-es
Whoever closest you've been warned
But niggas don't get the picture 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 with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of Cris ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' hundreds up for for ma-ma
Cause it's about to go tonight
I'm a be drinkin' the early liz-ight (that's right)
high like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three honies just to me feel ri-zight
My, my, my, my
what they all say when they see the frozen ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see big things 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,

lanes 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 sheriffs or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we about to tear club up
Don't worry 'bout cause I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm outta jizzail
I some WOO from all the honey's on the DL
I my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's what thugs yellin' when the strippers on fizzles
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 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 Roc-Land right, so I'm for life
I'm like Heaven, everybody get to me
How you make it to the and forget the key?
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 that'll light ya shoulders
Gotta 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 cheese cause we love 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 you feel this shit
If you drunk off in the then you feel this shit
If you'se a motherfuckin' thug then you this shit
If you smokin' on some 'dro then you feel this
And if you off that ecstasy you got's to feel shit
If you sippin' on Cris' you got's to feel this shit
And if you throwin' up and shit, you got's to this shit

Fiesta,