Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta

After the show it's the after party
After the it's the hotel lobby and
After the Belve' then probably Cris'
And after the original it's this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, do too
It's the new 2 Live Crew, I you knew
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but don't us or
Bullets'll you like Moet mimosas
Catch us both coasts, racin' twin
with glocks that'll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever come closest you've warned
But niggas don't get the 'til the weapons is drawn
Make your way backstage, baby it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 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' up for grabs for ma-ma
it's about to go down tonight
I'm a be drinkin' the early 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 they all say when they see the ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see them big only cause I

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

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

lanes in my Six, in the 'burbs
I met a named Tasha, in the 'burbs
Took the hood then I it, to the 'burbs
Now no sheriffs or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we about to tear this up
Don't 'bout expenses cause I got that sho' 'nough
to BOO like I'm fresh outta jizzail
I need WOO from all the honey's 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' that up and down sizzle

While gotta 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'

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 rich for
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 through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that

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

If you got cash then you feel this shit
And if you rollin' on them things you feel this shit
If you drunk off in the then you feel this shit
If you'se a motherfuckin' thug then you this shit
If you smokin' on some then 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 this shit
And if you throwin' up and shit, you to feel this shit

Fiesta,