Luyện nghe bài hát Champagne

and im still talking champagne, weed, bad bitches and airplanes,
niggas get extra like spare change, leave your bitch round my gang she fair game,
its so hot standing near a flame, 20thousand on my 50 on my chain,
club owners mad we drinking all the rozay, and niggas hate but i just go off the hoes say,
he a skinny but he do it big,
ya its like a movie but its how i live,
young boss, taylor gang general, out the pink bottle, rozay imperial,
and my bad bitch look like the centerfold, cook a chef, smoke weed like its for dissinial
the engine burn you hear my tires murk
we be corks like fireworks,

ima need more champagne, tell the 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 rozay aint a to us
just bought em in the cause our paper up,
bitch you to ? waitress bruh
ima need more

v.i.p. full of red bottles, in the 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 with her nigga he was so lame,
she love the taste but she dont know the name,
drinking by the case im gonna need ya to more champagne,
im with my gettin liquored up make this money and blow it like i dont give a fuck
show em to the club pull them bottles out
if you gettin money you know just what im talking about,
uh i the life you write a song about, bitches think im famous, favors come in large amounts,
on the table, standing on the couch,
somebody tell the cause we almost out