Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Remix)

After the show the after party then
After the party it's the hotel and
After the Belve' then probably Cris'
And after the original it's probably (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, do too
It's the new 2 Crew, I suppose you knew
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but approach us or
Bullets'll chase you like Moet
Catch us both coasts, racin' Porsche's
Boxes with glocks that'll pop ya to ya ghost-es
Whoever 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 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 about to go down
I'm a be 'til the early liz-ight (that's right)
high like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three honies just to make me 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 big things only cause I

While gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly 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
Took the hood I moved it, to the 'burbs
Now no more sheriffs or polices, in the (that's right)
And we about to this club up
Don't worry 'bout cause I got that sho' 'nough
to BOO like I'm fresh outta jizzail
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 up and down sizzle

While y'all gotta club date, I'm 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 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 it to the gates and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed me
Gotti Floyd higher 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 rocks that'll ya shoulders
Gotta lotta hot cars but the is colder (ah)
You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and
Drinkin' Cris' like its
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 this shit
And if you rollin' on them then you feel this shit
If you drunk off in the club then you feel shit
If you'se a motherfuckin' thug then you this shit
If you smokin' on some 'dro then you feel shit
And if you off that you got's to feel this 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,