Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Remix)

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

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

While y'all gotta date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you 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 to tear this club up
Don't worry 'bout expenses cause I got sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh outta
I some WOO from all the honey's on the DL
I my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's what thugs yellin' when the strippers on fizzles
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha yellin' from that up and sizzle

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

I put the big up, come through in a Rover
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 Heaven, everybody wanna get to me
How you make it to the and forget the key?
I'm the one God so you blessed through me
Gotti Floyd getchu than that ecstasy

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

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

Fiesta,