Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Remix)

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

In the of the club with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of Cris with
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' hundreds up for for ma-ma
Cause it's to go down tonight
I'm a be drinkin' 'til the liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga high a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three honies just to me feel ri-zight
My, my, my, my
It's what they all say when see the frozen ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see them big only cause I

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

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

Switchin' lanes in my Six, in the
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 that sho'
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 them thugs yellin' when the strippers on fizzles
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha yellin' from that up and down

While y'all club 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'

I put the big body up, come through in a
Not only Kelly and Gotti, Boo and Hova
Pop Cris if you like, my ice in the light
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 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 gettin' blunted in the new with the big rims on it
We rock rocks that'll ya shoulders
lotta hot cars but the drops is colder (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 it's to go

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

Fiesta,