Luyện nghe bài hát Champagne

and im talking champagne, good 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, on my wrist 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 looking like a but its how i live,
boss, taylor gang general, drinking out the pink bottle, rozay imperial,
and my bad bitch look like the centerfold, cook like a chef, smoke weed its for dissinial
smell the engine burn you 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 nigga came with us,
we got some broads to drink em all a drink and get fucked up,
champagne,
see them bottles of aint a thing to us
just em in the club cause our paper up,
you hate to ? waitress bruh
ima need more

v.i.p. full of red bottles, in the city that i from im the head honcho,
ounces full of kush, bottles 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 taste but she dont the name,
drinking by the case im need ya to bring more champagne,
im with my goons gettin liquored up 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 live the you write a song about, bitches think im famous, favors come in large amounts,
standing on the table, on the couch,
somebody tell the waitress we almost out