Luyện nghe bài hát Champagne

and im still 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 owners mad we drinking all the rozay, and niggas hate but i just go off what the 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 like the centerfold, cook like a chef, weed like its for dissinial
smell the engine you hear my tires murk
we be popping like fireworks,

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

v.i.p. full of red bottles, in the city that i come from im the honcho,
ounces full of kush, bottles of more wet,
see me in my car she got so wet,
used to smoke now she roll 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 bring champagne,
im with my goons gettin liquored up make this money and blow it i dont give a fuck
em to the club they pull them bottles out
if you gettin money you should just what im talking about,
uh i the life you write a song about, bitches think im famous, favors come in large amounts,
standing on the table, on the couch,
somebody the waitress cause we almost out