Luyện nghe bài hát Champagne

and im talking champagne, good weed, bad bitches and airplanes,
niggas get like spare change, leave your bitch round my gang then she fair game,
its so hot near 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 looking 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
smell the engine burn you my tires murk
we be corks like fireworks,

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

v.i.p. full of red bottles, in the city i come 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 im gonna need ya to bring more 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 what 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 waitress cause we out