Luyện nghe bài hát Champagne

and im talking champagne, good weed, bad bitches and airplanes,
get extra like spare change, leave your bitch round my gang then she fair game,
its so hot standing near a flame, on my wrist 50 on my chain,
club mad we drinking all the rozay, and niggas hate but i just go off what the hoes say,
he a nigga but he do it big,
ya its looking like a but its how i live,
young boss, taylor gang general, drinking out the pink bottle, imperial,
and my bad bitch look the centerfold, cook like a chef, smoke weed like its for dissinial
smell the engine burn you hear my tires
we be popping like fireworks,

ima more champagne, tell the waitress bring a couple more bottles and break em up,
we buy the bar for every nigga came with us,
we got some broads to em all grab a drink and get fucked up,
champagne,
see them bottles of rozay aint a to us
just bought em in the club cause our up,
bitch you to ? waitress bruh
ima more champagne

v.i.p. of red bottles, in the city that i come from im the head honcho,
ounces full of kush, full of more wet,
see me in my car she got so wet,
used to smoke blunts now she planes,
quit fuckin with her he was so lame,
she love the taste but she dont know the name,
drinking by the case im need ya to bring more champagne,
im with my goons gettin liquored up make this and blow it like i dont give a fuck
em to the club they pull them bottles out
if you gettin money you know just what im talking about,
uh i live the life you write a song about, bitches think im famous, favors come in amounts,
on the table, standing on the couch,
somebody tell the waitress we almost out