Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta

After the it's the after party then
After the party it's the lobby and
After the then it's probably Cris'
And after the it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix with the homie the Midwest side
Game recognize game, do too
It's the new 2 Crew, I suppose you knew
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but approach us or
Bullets'll chase you like Moet
Catch us both coasts, racin' Porsche's
with glocks that'll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever come you've been warned
But niggas get the picture 'til the weapons is drawn
Make way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the

In the of the club with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of Cris ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' hundreds up for grabs for
Cause it's to go down tonight
I'm a be drinkin' 'til the liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three honies just to me feel ri-zight
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 fuckin' wit
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly 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,

lanes in my Six, in the 'burbs
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 '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 them thugs yellin' 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' 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 Roc-Land right, so I'm rich for
I'm Heaven, everybody wanna get to me
How you make it to the gates and the key?
I'm the one God so you blessed through me
Floyd getchu higher than that ecstasy

Hey yo I through stunnin',
Plus I'm gettin' blunted in the new six-hundred with the big on it
We rock that'll light ya shoulders
Gotta lotta hot cars but the drops is (ah)
You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and
Drinkin' like its H-2-O
All we do is spend cheese cause we the dough
Mami roll more trees before it's to go

If you got cash then you feel this shit
And if you on them things then you feel this shit
If you drunk off in the club then you this shit
If a motherfuckin' thug then you feel this shit
If you smokin' on some then you feel this shit
And if you off that ecstasy you got's to feel this
If you sippin' on some Cris' you got's to this shit
And if you throwin' up and shit, you got's to feel this

Fiesta,