Luyện nghe bài hát Champagne

and im still talking champagne, weed, bad bitches and airplanes,
niggas get extra like spare change, your bitch round 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 niggas hate but i just go off what the say,
he a skinny but he do it big,
ya its looking like a but its how i live,
young boss, taylor general, drinking out the pink bottle, rozay imperial,
and my bad bitch look the centerfold, cook like a chef, smoke weed like its for dissinial
smell the engine burn you my tires murk
we be corks like fireworks,

ima more champagne, tell the waitress bring a couple more bottles and break em up,
we buy the bar for every nigga that with us,
we got some broads to drink em all grab a drink and get up,
champagne,
see bottles of rozay 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. of red bottles, in the city 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 blunts now she roll planes,
quit fuckin her nigga 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
em to the club they pull them bottles out
if you money 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,
standing on the table, on the couch,
somebody tell the waitress cause we out