Luyện nghe bài hát Champagne

and im still talking champagne, good weed, bad and airplanes,
niggas get extra like spare change, leave 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 niggas hate but i just go off what the 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
the engine burn you hear my tires murk
we be popping like 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 grab a drink and get up,
champagne,
see them of rozay aint a thing to us
bought em in the club cause our paper up,
bitch you hate to ? waitress
ima need more

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