Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta

After the show the after party then
After the party it's the hotel and
After the Belve' it's probably Cris'
And the original it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix the homie from the Midwest side
Game game, hoes 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 both coasts, twin Porsche's
Boxes with glocks pop ya to make ya ghost-es
come closest you've been warned
But niggas don't get the picture 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 with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of Cris with
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' hundreds up for grabs for
it's about to go down tonight
I'm a be 'til the early liz-ight (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 what all say when they see the frozen ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see them big things only I

While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit
man sayin' "Kelly have 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' in my Six, in the 'burbs
I met a broad named Tasha, in the
Took the hood then I it, to the 'burbs
Now no more sheriffs or polices, in the (that's right)
And we about to tear this up
Don't worry 'bout expenses cause I got sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh jizzail
I some WOO from all the honey's on the DL
I my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's what them thugs yellin' the strippers on fizzles
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha yellin' from up and down sizzle

While y'all gotta 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'

I put the big body up, through in a Rover
Not Kelly and Gotti, it's 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 like Heaven, everybody get to me
How you make it to the gates and the key?
I'm the one God chose so you 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 rocks that'll light ya
Gotta lotta hot cars but the is colder (ah)
You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and
Drinkin' Cris' its H-2-O
All we do is cheese cause 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 this shit
If you drunk off in the club then you feel this
If a motherfuckin' thug then you feel this shit
If you smokin' on some 'dro then you feel this
And if you off that ecstasy you got's to this shit
If you on some Cris' you got's to feel this shit
And if you throwin' up and shit, you to feel this shit

Fiesta,