Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Remix)

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

In the back of the club ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of Cris ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
hundreds up for grabs for ma-ma
Cause it's about to go tonight
I'm a be 'til the early liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take honies 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 big things only cause I

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 on the flo'

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

Switchin' in my Six, in the 'burbs
I met a named Tasha, in the 'burbs
the hood then I moved it, to the 'burbs
Now no sheriffs or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we about to tear club up
Don't worry expenses cause I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm outta jizzail
I need WOO from all the honey's on the DL
I my, my, my, my (yeah)
what them thugs yellin' when the strippers on fizzles
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha from that up and down sizzle

While y'all gotta club date, I'm 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'

I put the big body up, come in a Rover
Not only Kelly and Gotti, Boo and Hova
Pop Cris if you like, my ice in the light
I'm wit right, so I'm rich for life
I'm like Heaven, wanna get to me
How you it to the gates and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than ecstasy

Hey yo I come stunnin',
Plus I'm blunted 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 spend cheese we love the dough
Mami roll trees before it's time 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 shit
If a motherfuckin' thug then you feel this shit
If you smokin' on some 'dro then you feel shit
And if you off that ecstasy you got's to feel shit
If you sippin' on some Cris' you to feel this shit
And if you throwin' up and shit, you got's to this shit

Fiesta,