Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Remix)

After the show the after party then
After the party it's the hotel and
the Belve' then it's probably Cris'
And after the it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix with the homie from the side
Game recognize game, do too
the new 2 Live Crew, I suppose you knew
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but don't us or
Bullets'll chase you like mimosas
Catch us both coasts, twin Porsche's
with glocks that'll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever come closest you've been
But niggas don't get the picture 'til the is drawn
your way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be 'til six in the mornin'

In the back of the club with
Poppin' bottles of with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
hundreds up for grabs for ma-ma
Cause it's to go down tonight
I'm a be drinkin' 'til the early (that's right)
Nigga like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three honies to make 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 them big things cause I

While y'all gotta 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 knees on the

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

Switchin' lanes in my Six, in the
I met a named Tasha, in the 'burbs
Took the hood then I it, to the 'burbs
Now no sheriffs or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we to tear this club up
Don't worry expenses cause 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' the strippers on fizzles
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha yellin' from up and down sizzle

While y'all gotta date, I'm fuckin' 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'

I put the big body up, come in a Rover
Not only and Gotti, it's 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 Heaven, everybody wanna get to me
How you make it to the gates and the key?
I'm the one God chose so you through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that

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
lotta hot cars but the drops 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 trees before it's time 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 you feel this shit
If you'se a motherfuckin' thug you feel this shit
If you smokin' on some 'dro then you this shit
And if you off that ecstasy you got's to feel this
If you sippin' on Cris' you got's to feel this shit
And if you throwin' up and shit, you to feel this shit

Fiesta,