Luyện nghe bài hát Champagne

and im still talking champagne, good weed, bad and airplanes,
niggas get extra like change, leave your bitch round my gang then she fair game,
its so hot standing near a flame, on my wrist 50 on my chain,
owners 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 looking like a 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 corks fireworks,

ima need more champagne, tell the waitress bring a couple more bottles and 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 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, bottles 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,
she love the taste but she dont know the name,
drinking by the case im gonna need ya to bring champagne,
im with my goons gettin liquored up make this and blow it like i dont give a fuck
show em to the they pull them 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 in large amounts,
on the table, standing on the couch,
somebody tell the cause we almost out