Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Remix)

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

In the back of the club with
Poppin' bottles of Cris with
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' up for grabs for ma-ma
Cause it's to go down 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
It's what they all say when they see the ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see them big things cause I

While y'all gotta date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
Gotcha man "Kelly have 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' in my Six, in the 'burbs
I met a broad Tasha, in the 'burbs
Took the hood then I moved it, to the
Now no more sheriffs or polices, in the (that's right)
And we about to tear club up
Don't worry expenses cause I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm outta jizzail
I need some WOO from all the 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' that up and down sizzle

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

I put the big body up, through in a Rover
Not only Kelly and Gotti, it's Boo and
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, wanna get to me
How you make it to the gates and forget the
I'm the one God chose so you 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 light ya
Gotta lotta hot cars but the drops is (ah)
You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and
Drinkin' Cris' like its
All we do is spend cause we love the dough
Mami roll trees before it's time to go

If you got cash money you feel this shit
And if you on them things then you feel this shit
If you drunk off in the club then you this shit
If a motherfuckin' thug then you feel this shit
If you smokin' on 'dro then you feel this shit
And if you off that ecstasy you 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 feel shit

Fiesta,