Luyện nghe bài hát Champagne

and im talking champagne, good weed, bad bitches and airplanes,
niggas get extra like spare change, leave your bitch round my 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 like a movie but its how i live,
young boss, taylor 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 engine burn you hear my murk
we be popping like fireworks,

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

v.i.p. of red bottles, in the city 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 smoke now she roll planes,
fuckin with her nigga he was so lame,
said she love the taste but she dont the name,
by the case im gonna need ya to bring more champagne,
im with my goons gettin liquored up make this money and blow it like i give a fuck
show em to the club they them bottles out
if you gettin you should know just what im talking about,
uh i live the life you write a song about, bitches think im famous, come in large amounts,
standing on the table, on the couch,
somebody tell the cause we almost out