Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Remix)

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

In the back of the club ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of Cris 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 'til the early liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three just to make me feel ri-zight
My, my, my, my
It's what they all say when see the frozen ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see them big things only I

y'all gotta club 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 it, to the 'burbs
Now no more sheriffs or polices, in the (that's right)
And we about to tear club up
Don't worry 'bout expenses cause I got sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh outta
I need some WOO all the honey's on the DL
I my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's what them thugs yellin' when the strippers on
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha yellin' from that up and down

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

I put the big body up, 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 that

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

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

Fiesta,