Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta

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

In the of the club with ma-ma
bottles of Cris with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' up for grabs for ma-ma
Cause about to go down tonight
I'm a be drinkin' 'til the liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga high like a ki-zite
Take three honies just to me feel ri-zight
My, my, my, my
It's what all say when they see the frozen ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime see them big things only cause I

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 knees on the

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

Switchin' lanes in my Six, in the
I met a broad Tasha, in the 'burbs
Took the hood then I moved it, to the
Now no more sheriffs or polices, in the (that's right)
And we about to tear this up
Don't worry 'bout cause I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh jizzail
I need WOO from all the honey's on the DL
I my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's them thugs yellin' when the strippers on fizzles
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha yellin' from that up and sizzle

While y'all club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you her?"
she wit me on the low
Gettin' high off the 'dro, got her knees on the

I put the big up, come through in a Rover
Not only and Gotti, it's Boo and Hova
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 it to the gates and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed me
Gotti Floyd getchu than 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
Gotta lotta hot but the drops is colder (ah)
You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and
Drinkin' Cris' like its
All we do is spend cheese we love the dough
Mami roll more trees before it's to go

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

Fiesta,