Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta

After the show it's the party then
After the it's the hotel lobby and
After the Belve' then probably Cris'
And the original it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix the homie from the Midwest side
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, racin' Porsche's
Boxes with that'll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever come you've been warned
But niggas don't get the picture 'til the is drawn
your way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the

In the back of the with ma-ma
Poppin' of Cris with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' up for grabs for ma-ma
Cause it's about to go down
I'm a be drinkin' 'til the liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga high a muh'fuckin ki-zite
three honies 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

While 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' 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 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 outta jizzail
I need WOO from 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 yellin' from that up and down sizzle

While y'all gotta club date, I'm 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

I put the big body up, come through in a
Not Kelly and Gotti, it's Boo and Hova
Pop if you like, my ice glist' in the light
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 the key?
I'm the one God chose so you through me
Floyd getchu higher than that ecstasy

Hey yo I through stunnin',
Plus I'm gettin' blunted in the new six-hundred the big rims on it
We rock rocks light ya shoulders
Gotta hot cars but the drops is colder (ah)
You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and
Drinkin' Cris' like its
All we do is spend cheese cause we the dough
Mami more trees before it's time to go

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

Fiesta,