Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Remix)

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

In the back of the club with
Poppin' 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 tonight
I'm a be drinkin' the early liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga high like a ki-zite
Take three honies 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 cause I

While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you 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,

lanes in my Six, in the 'burbs
I met a broad Tasha, in the 'burbs
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 this up
Don't worry 'bout expenses I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh jizzail
I need 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 that up and down

While gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
man sayin' "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 up, come 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 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',
I'm gettin' blunted in the new six-hundred with the big rims on it
We rock that'll light ya shoulders
Gotta lotta hot but the drops is colder (ah)
You see me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Drinkin' Cris' like its
All we do is spend cause we love the dough
Mami roll more trees it's time to go

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

Fiesta,