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 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 like a movie but its how i live,
young boss, gang general, drinking out the pink bottle, rozay imperial,
and my bad bitch look like the centerfold, cook like a chef, smoke like its for dissinial
smell the engine burn you hear my tires
we be popping corks fireworks,

ima need 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 drink em all grab a drink and get up,
champagne,
see them bottles of rozay aint a to us
just bought em in the club cause our up,
you hate to ? waitress bruh
ima more champagne

v.i.p. full of red bottles, in the city that i come im the head honcho,
ounces of kush, bottles full of more wet,
see me in my car she got so wet,
used to smoke blunts now she planes,
quit fuckin her nigga he was so lame,
said she the taste but she dont know the name,
by the case im gonna need ya to bring more champagne,
im with my goons liquored up make this money and blow it like i dont give a fuck
em to the club they pull them bottles out
if you gettin you should 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 the waitress cause we almost out