Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta

After the show it's the party then
After the it's the hotel lobby and
the Belve' then it's probably Cris'
And the original it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix with the from the Midwest side
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 you like Moet mimosas
Catch us both coasts, twin Porsche's
Boxes glocks 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 way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the

In the back of the club with
Poppin' bottles of Cris 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' 'til the liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga 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 they see the ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see big things only cause I

y'all 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 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 I moved 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 expenses cause I got that sho' 'nough
to BOO like I'm fresh 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' from up and down sizzle

While 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 on the flo'

I put the big body up, come through in a
Not only Kelly and Gotti, it's Boo and
Pop Cris if you like, my ice glist' in the
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 so you blessed through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than ecstasy

Hey yo I through stunnin',
Plus I'm gettin' in the new six-hundred with the big rims on it
We rock rocks light ya shoulders
Gotta hot cars but the drops is colder (ah)
You see me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Drinkin' Cris' its H-2-O
All we do is spend cheese cause we 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 drunk off in the club then you this shit
If you'se a motherfuckin' thug then you feel shit
If you smokin' on some 'dro you feel 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 up and shit, you got's to feel this shit

Fiesta,