Luyện nghe bài hát Champagne

and im talking champagne, good weed, bad bitches and airplanes,
niggas get extra like spare change, leave your bitch my gang then she fair game,
its so hot near a flame, 20thousand 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, out the pink bottle, rozay imperial,
and my bad bitch look the centerfold, cook like a chef, smoke weed like its for dissinial
smell the engine you hear my tires murk
we be popping corks fireworks,

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

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