Luyện nghe bài hát Champagne

and im still talking champagne, good weed, bad 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 niggas hate but i go off what the hoes say,
he a skinny but he do it big,
ya its looking a movie but its how i live,
young boss, gang general, drinking out the pink bottle, rozay imperial,
and my bad bitch look like the centerfold, cook like a chef, smoke like its for dissinial
the engine burn you hear my tires murk
we be corks 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 a drink and get fucked up,
champagne,
see them bottles of rozay aint a to us
just em in the club cause our paper up,
bitch you to ? waitress bruh
ima need champagne

v.i.p. full of red bottles, in the that i come from im the head honcho,
ounces of kush, bottles full of more wet,
see me in my car she got so wet,
used to blunts now she roll planes,
fuckin with her nigga he was so lame,
said she love the taste but she know the name,
drinking by the case im gonna ya to bring more champagne,
im with my goons gettin liquored up make this and blow it like i dont give a fuck
show em to the club 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 come in amounts,
standing on the table, on the couch,
somebody tell the waitress we almost out