Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta

After the show the after party then
the party it's the hotel lobby and
After the Belve' it's probably Cris'
And after the it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix the homie from the Midwest side
Game game, hoes 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 mimosas
Catch us both coasts, racin' twin
Boxes with glocks that'll pop ya to make ya
Whoever closest you've been warned
But niggas don't get the picture 'til the is drawn
your way backstage, baby girl it's on
And be drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'

In the of the club with ma-ma
bottles of Cris with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' hundreds up for for ma-ma
it's about to go down tonight
I'm a be 'til the early liz-ight (that's right)
high like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three just to make 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 gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you 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 or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we to tear this club up
Don't worry 'bout expenses cause I got that sho'
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 when the strippers on fizzles
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got yellin' from that 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 through in a
Not only Kelly and Gotti, it's Boo and
Pop Cris if you like, my ice glist' in the
I'm wit right, so I'm rich for life
I'm Heaven, everybody wanna get to me
How you make it to the and forget the key?
I'm the one God so you blessed through me
Gotti Floyd higher than that ecstasy

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

If you got money then you feel this shit
And if you rollin' on them things then you feel shit
If you drunk off in the club then you feel 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 this
And if you throwin' up and shit, you got's to feel this

Fiesta,