Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Remix)

After the show it's the party then
the party it's the hotel lobby and
After the Belve' then probably Cris'
And after the it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix with the homie from the Midwest
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 Moet mimosas
Catch us both coasts, racin' twin
Boxes with glocks pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever closest you've been warned
But don't get the picture 'til the weapons is drawn
Make your way backstage, baby it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the

In the back of the club ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of 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)
Nigga high like a ki-zite
Take honies just to make me feel 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 them big only cause I

y'all gotta 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'

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

Switchin' in my Six, in the 'burbs
I met a broad named Tasha, in the
the hood then 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 expenses cause I got that sho'
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh outta
I need some WOO from all the 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 yellin' from that up and down sizzle

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

I put the big body up, through in a Rover
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 rich for
I'm like Heaven, everybody get to me
How you make it to the gates and forget the
I'm the one God chose so you through me
Floyd getchu higher than that ecstasy

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

If you got cash then you feel this shit
And if you rollin' on them things you feel this shit
If you drunk off in the club then you feel shit
If you'se a motherfuckin' thug then you feel 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 got's to this shit
And if you up and shit, you got's to feel this shit

Fiesta,