Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Remix)

After the show it's the after party
After the party it's the hotel and
the Belve' then it's probably Cris'
And the original it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix with the homie from the side
Game recognize game, 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 Moet
us both coasts, racin' twin Porsche's
Boxes with glocks that'll pop ya to ya ghost-es
Whoever come closest you've warned
But niggas don't get the picture 'til the weapons is
Make your way backstage, girl it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the

In the back of the with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of Cris with
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' hundreds up for grabs for
it's about to go down tonight
I'm a be drinkin' 'til the liz-ight (that's right)
high like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three honies just to me feel ri-zight
My, my, my, my
It's they all say when they see the frozen ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see them big things cause I

While y'all gotta 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 on the flo'

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

While y'all gotta 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, come through in a
Not only Kelly and Gotti, Boo and Hova
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 gates and forget the
I'm the one God so you blessed through me
Floyd getchu higher than that ecstasy

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

If you got cash money then you this shit
And if you rollin' on them things then you feel shit
If you drunk off in the club you feel this shit
If you'se a motherfuckin' thug you feel this shit
If you smokin' on some 'dro you feel this shit
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,