Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta

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

In the back of the club ma-ma
Poppin' of Cris with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' up for grabs for ma-ma
Cause it's to go down tonight
I'm a be drinkin' the early liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga high like a muh'fuckin
Take three honies just to make me 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 only I

While y'all club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
man sayin' "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 named Tasha, in the 'burbs
Took the hood then I it, to the 'burbs
Now no more sheriffs or polices, in the (that's right)
And we about to this club up
Don't worry 'bout expenses cause I got sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh outta
I need some WOO from all the 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 Kisha yellin' from that up and down

While y'all gotta club date, I'm wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you 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 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 Heaven, everybody wanna get to me
How you it to the gates and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than 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 is colder (ah)
You see me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Drinkin' Cris' like its
All we do is spend cheese cause we the dough
Mami roll more before it's time to go

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

Fiesta,