Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Remix)

After the show it's the after party
After the party it's the hotel and
After the then it's probably Cris'
And after the original it's this (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 you like Moet mimosas
Catch us both coasts, racin' twin
Boxes with glocks that'll pop ya to ya ghost-es
Whoever come closest you've warned
But niggas don't get the 'til the weapons is drawn
Make your way backstage, girl it's on
And we'll be 'til six in the mornin'

In the of the club with ma-ma
bottles of Cris with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' up for grabs for ma-ma
it's about 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 they see the ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see them big only cause I

While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit
Gotcha man "Kelly have 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' 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 sheriffs 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
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)
what them thugs yellin' when the strippers on fizzles
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha yellin' from that up and sizzle

While y'all gotta club date, I'm 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 up, come through in a Rover
Not only Kelly and Gotti, Boo and Hova
Pop if you like, my ice glist' in the light
I'm wit Roc-Land right, so I'm for life
I'm like Heaven, everybody get to me
How you make it to the and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than ecstasy

Hey yo I through stunnin',
I'm gettin' 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 is colder (ah)
You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and
Drinkin' Cris' its H-2-O
All we do is cheese cause we love the dough
Mami roll more trees it's time to go

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

Fiesta,