Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Remix)

After the show it's the after then
After the party it's the lobby and
After the Belve' it's probably Cris'
And after the original probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix with the homie from the Midwest
recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live Crew, I suppose you
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but approach us or
Bullets'll chase you like Moet
us both coasts, racin' twin Porsche's
Boxes with glocks that'll pop ya to ya ghost-es
come closest you've been warned
But niggas get the picture 'til the weapons is drawn
Make your way backstage, baby girl on
And we'll be drinkin' six in the mornin'

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

While gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly 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 I moved 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 cause I got that sho'
Ready to BOO I'm fresh outta jizzail
I need some WOO all the honey's on the DL
I my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's what them thugs 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 fuckin' wit
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 glist' in the
I'm wit Roc-Land right, so I'm rich for
I'm Heaven, everybody wanna get to me
How you it to the gates and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that

Hey yo I through stunnin',
Plus I'm gettin' in the new six-hundred with the big rims on it
We rock rocks that'll ya shoulders
lotta 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 love the
Mami more trees before 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' thug then you this shit
If you smokin' on some 'dro then you this shit
And if you off that ecstasy you 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 feel this

Fiesta,