Luyện nghe bài hát Champagne

and im still talking champagne, good weed, bad and airplanes,
get extra like spare change, leave your bitch round my gang then she fair game,
its so hot standing a flame, 20thousand on my wrist 50 on my chain,
club owners mad we drinking all the rozay, and niggas 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 gang general, drinking out the 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 tires
we be popping corks fireworks,

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

v.i.p. full of red bottles, in the that i come from im the head honcho,
full of kush, bottles full of more wet,
see me in my car she got so wet,
used to smoke blunts now she planes,
quit with her nigga 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 my goons gettin liquored up make this money and blow it like i dont give a fuck
em to the club they pull them bottles out
if you gettin money you should just what im talking about,
uh i live the life you write a about, bitches think im famous, favors come in large amounts,
standing on the table, on the couch,
somebody the waitress cause we almost out