Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta

After the show it's the after then
the party it's the hotel lobby and
After the Belve' then it's probably
And the original 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 Crew, I suppose you knew
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but approach us or
chase you like Moet mimosas
Catch us both coasts, racin' Porsche's
with glocks that'll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever come closest you've been
But niggas get the picture 'til the weapons is drawn
Make your way backstage, baby it's on
And be drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'

In the back of the club with
bottles of Cris with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' up for grabs for ma-ma
it's about to go down tonight
I'm a be 'til the early liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga high 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 only cause I

While y'all gotta 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'

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

Switchin' lanes in my Six, in the
I met a broad named Tasha, in the
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
worry 'bout expenses cause I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO I'm fresh outta jizzail
I need some WOO from all the 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 that up and down

While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit
man sayin' "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, through in a Rover
Not only Kelly and Gotti, it's Boo and
Pop Cris if you like, my ice in the light
I'm wit right, so I'm rich for life
I'm like Heaven, 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 that ecstasy

Hey yo I come stunnin',
Plus I'm gettin' blunted in the new six-hundred with the big 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 cause we love the
Mami roll trees before it's time to go

If you got money 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 you'se a motherfuckin' thug you feel this shit
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 Cris' you got's to feel this shit
And if you throwin' up and shit, you got's to feel this

Fiesta,