Luyện nghe bài hát Champagne

and im still talking champagne, weed, bad bitches and airplanes,
niggas get extra like spare change, leave your bitch my gang then she fair game,
its so hot standing a flame, 20thousand on my wrist 50 on my chain,
club owners mad we drinking all the rozay, and 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,
boss, taylor gang general, drinking out the pink bottle, rozay imperial,
and my bad look like the centerfold, cook like a chef, smoke weed like its for dissinial
smell the engine burn you my tires murk
we be popping like fireworks,

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

v.i.p. full of red bottles, in the city that i 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 with her he was so lame,
said she love the taste but she 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
show em to the club they pull bottles out
if you gettin money you should know just im talking about,
uh i live the life you write a song about, bitches think im famous, favors come in amounts,
on the table, standing on the couch,
somebody the waitress cause we almost out