Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta

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

In the back of the club ma-ma
bottles of Cris with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' hundreds up for grabs for
Cause it's about to go down
I'm a be drinkin' 'til the early (that's right)
high like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three just to make me feel 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 only cause I

y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly 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 broad named Tasha, in the
Took the hood then I moved it, to the
Now no sheriffs or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we to tear this club up
Don't worry 'bout expenses cause I got that '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' from up and down sizzle

While y'all gotta club date, I'm 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

I put the big up, come 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 right, so I'm rich for life
I'm like Heaven, wanna get to me
How you make it to the and forget the key?
I'm the one God so you blessed through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher that ecstasy

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 lotta hot cars but the is colder (ah)
You see me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Drinkin' Cris' its H-2-O
All we do is spend cheese we love the dough
Mami roll more trees before time to go

If you got cash money you feel this shit
And if you rollin' on things then you feel this shit
If you drunk off in the then you feel this shit
If a motherfuckin' thug then you feel this shit
If you on some 'dro 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,