Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Remix)

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

In the back of the club ma-ma
Poppin' of Cris with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' hundreds up for for ma-ma
it's about to go down tonight
I'm a be drinkin' the early liz-ight (that's right)
high like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three honies just to make me feel
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 cause 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 on the flo'

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

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

While y'all gotta club date, I'm 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

I put the big body up, come through in a
Not only and Gotti, it's Boo and Hova
Pop Cris if you like, my ice glist' in the
I'm wit Roc-Land right, so I'm for life
I'm like Heaven, everybody get to me
How you it to the gates and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed me
Gotti getchu higher than that ecstasy

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

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

Fiesta,