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 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 like a movie but its how i live,
young boss, gang general, drinking out the pink bottle, rozay imperial,
and my bad bitch like the centerfold, cook like a chef, smoke weed like its for dissinial
smell the burn you hear my tires murk
we be popping corks fireworks,

ima need more champagne, tell the waitress bring a more bottles and break em up,
we buy the bar for nigga that came with us,
we got some broads to em all grab 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. full of red bottles, in the city that i come from im the honcho,
ounces full of kush, bottles full of 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 know the name,
drinking by the case im need ya to bring more champagne,
im with my goons gettin liquored up make this money and it like i dont give a fuck
show em to the club they pull bottles out
if you gettin money you know just what im talking about,
uh i live the life you write a about, bitches think im famous, favors come in large amounts,
on the table, standing on the couch,
somebody tell the waitress we almost out