Luyện nghe bài hát Championship Pop Bottles

Okay we champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a ring
'Cause I ball hard, no bitch we ball
I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah

Okay start straight shots and then pop bottles
it on the models, "shut up bitch, swallow!"
If you can't swallow, shut up bitch
up out that water with my Marc Jacobs goggles
Fresher than a mother fucker, yep I'm a fucker
No I won't take your girl, but I'll sure take her from her
Can't you tell I'm in woman, like no other woman
Oh I'm sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my woman

Okay we champagne like we won a championship game
like I got on a championship ring
'Cause I hard, no bitch we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah

As I behind my desk
I ain't got a lot of Nikes but I got a lot of
Got my own brand, new on the set
from sittin' in a cell to sittin' on a jet
From shittin' in a to shittin' on a jet
I lost too many friends, but I won too many
I made too much money, but I ain't enough yet
So I scratched and, yes, Jr. is the
So many niggas from my hood on they
So many niggas from your hood on back
why we so paid and it be like that
I'd rather pop a bottle I pop a Gat

we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
Look I got on a championship ring
'Cause I hard, no bitch we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah

only sipping red champagne
White tee red hat red
Uptown, choppers for
Fuckin' with the Birdman then we fuck up companion
Fuckin' with my son and we run up in your
Chopper make music, bitch start
Stunna man back so you the circumstances
And I'm up the Carter 3, no advances
All my automated, automatic
No lie we don't even drive no
we packin' and we stackin'
Young Money, Money we the champions