Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta

After the show the after party then
After the party the hotel lobby and
After the Belve' then probably Cris'
And after the original probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
with 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 approach us or
chase you like Moet mimosas
Catch us both coasts, racin' Porsche's
Boxes with glocks pop ya to make ya ghost-es
come closest you've been warned
But niggas don't get the 'til the weapons is drawn
Make your way backstage, baby girl on
And we'll be drinkin' six in the mornin'

In the back of the club with
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 early (that's right)
Nigga high like a muh'fuckin
Take three honies just to me feel ri-zight
My, my, my, my
It's what they all say they see the frozen ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime see them big things only cause I

While gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly 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' in my Six, in the 'burbs
I met a broad Tasha, in the 'burbs
Took the hood then I moved it, to the
Now no more or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we about to this club up
Don't 'bout expenses cause I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh jizzail
I need some WOO all the honey's on the DL
I my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's what them thugs yellin' when the on fizzles
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha yellin' from up and down 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 body up, come through in a
Not only Kelly and Gotti, Boo and Hova
Pop if you like, my ice glist' in the light
I'm wit Roc-Land right, so I'm for life
I'm Heaven, everybody wanna get to me
How you make it to the gates and forget the
I'm the one God chose so you blessed me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that

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

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

Fiesta,