Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Remix)

After the show the after party then
After the party it's the lobby and
After the Belve' it's probably Cris'
And after the original it's probably (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix with the homie the Midwest side
Game recognize game, do too
It's the new 2 Crew, I suppose you knew
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but don't us or
Bullets'll chase you like Moet
us both coasts, racin' twin Porsche's
Boxes glocks that'll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever closest you've been warned
But niggas don't get the picture 'til the weapons is
Make your way backstage, baby girl on
And be drinkin' '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' hundreds up for grabs for
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 all say when they see the frozen ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see them big things only I

While y'all 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

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

Switchin' lanes in my Six, in the
I met a broad Tasha, in the 'burbs
Took the hood then I it, to the 'burbs
Now no more or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we about to this club up
Don't worry 'bout expenses I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh jizzail
I some WOO from all the honey's on the DL
I my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's what them yellin' when the strippers on fizzles
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha yellin' from that up and down

While y'all 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 body up, come in a Rover
Not only and Gotti, it's Boo and Hova
Pop Cris if you like, my ice in the light
I'm wit Roc-Land right, so I'm for life
I'm Heaven, everybody wanna get to me
How you make it to the gates and forget the
I'm the one God chose so you blessed me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than ecstasy

Hey yo I come stunnin',
Plus I'm gettin' blunted in the new six-hundred the big rims on it
We rock rocks that'll ya shoulders
Gotta lotta hot but the drops is colder (ah)
You see me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Cris' like its H-2-O
All we do is cheese cause we love the dough
Mami roll more before it's time to go

If you got cash money then you feel 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 this shit
If you smokin' on some 'dro then you this shit
And if you off ecstasy you got's to feel this 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,