Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta

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

In the back of the club with
Poppin' bottles of Cris with
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' hundreds up for for ma-ma
Cause it's about to go down
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
It's 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
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
Took the then I moved it, to the 'burbs
Now no more or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we about to tear club up
Don't 'bout expenses cause I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh outta
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 on the flo'

I put the big body up, come through in a
Not only and Gotti, it's Boo and Hova
Pop Cris if you like, my ice 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 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
lotta hot cars but the drops is colder (ah)
You see me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Drinkin' Cris' like its
All we do is cheese cause we love the dough
Mami more trees before it's time to go

If you got cash money then you feel shit
And if you rollin' on them things you feel 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 then you 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 shit
And if you throwin' up and shit, you got's to feel this

Fiesta,