Luyện nghe bài hát Champagne

and im still talking champagne, good weed, bad and airplanes,
niggas get extra like spare change, leave your bitch round my gang she fair game,
its so hot standing a flame, 20thousand 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 skinny but he do it big,
ya its like a movie but its how i live,
young boss, taylor general, drinking out the pink bottle, rozay imperial,
and my bad bitch look like the centerfold, cook like a chef, weed like its for dissinial
the engine burn you hear 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 bottles of rozay aint a thing to us
just bought em in the club our paper up,
bitch you hate to ? bruh
ima more champagne

v.i.p. full of red bottles, in the that i come from im the head honcho,
full 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 love the taste but she dont the name,
drinking by the case im gonna need ya to more champagne,
im with my goons gettin liquored up make this and blow it like i dont give a fuck
em to the club they pull them bottles out
if you gettin money you should know just what im about,
uh i live the life you write a song about, think im famous, favors come in large amounts,
standing on the table, on the couch,
somebody tell the waitress we almost out