Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Remix)

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

In the back of the with ma-ma
bottles of Cris with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' up for grabs for ma-ma
Cause it's to go down tonight
I'm a be drinkin' 'til the early (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 cause I

While y'all gotta 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,

lanes in my Six, in the 'burbs
I met a broad named Tasha, in the
Took the hood then I moved it, to the
Now no more sheriffs or polices, in the (that's right)
And we to tear this club up
Don't worry 'bout expenses cause I got that 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh outta
I some 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 that up and sizzle

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

I put the big body up, come in a Rover
Not only 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 for life
I'm Heaven, everybody wanna get to me
How you make it to the gates and the key?
I'm the one God so you blessed through me
Gotti Floyd getchu than that ecstasy

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

If you got cash money then you feel shit
And if you rollin' on them then you feel this shit
If you drunk off in the club you feel this shit
If you'se a motherfuckin' then you feel this shit
If you smokin' on 'dro then you feel this shit
And if you off that ecstasy you got's to feel shit
If you sippin' on Cris' you got's to feel this shit
And if you throwin' up and shit, you got's to feel this

Fiesta,