Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Remix)

After the show it's the after party
After the party it's the 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
Game 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 mimosas
Catch us both coasts, racin' twin
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 girl on
And be drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'

In the back of the with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' up for grabs for ma-ma
Cause about to go down tonight
I'm a be drinkin' 'til the liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three just to make me feel ri-zight
My, my, my, my
what they 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
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,

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 or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we about to tear club up
Don't worry 'bout expenses I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO I'm fresh outta jizzail
I need WOO from all the honey's on the DL
I my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's them thugs yellin' when the strippers on fizzles
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha yellin' that up and down sizzle

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

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

Hey yo I through stunnin',
Plus I'm blunted in the new six-hundred with the big rims on it
We rock rocks light ya shoulders
Gotta hot cars but the drops is colder (ah)
You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and
Cris' like its H-2-O
All we do is spend cheese cause we the dough
roll more trees before it's time to go

If you got cash then you feel this shit
And if you on them things then you feel this shit
If you off in the club then you feel this shit
If you'se a motherfuckin' thug then you feel shit
If you smokin' on some then you feel this shit
And if you off ecstasy you got's to feel this shit
If you sippin' on some Cris' you got's to feel shit
And if you throwin' up and shit, you got's to this shit

Fiesta,