Luyện nghe bài hát Championship Pop Bottles

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

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

we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship
'Cause I ball hard, no 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
Went from sittin' in a cell to on a jet
From shittin' in a cell to on a jet
I lost too many friends, but I won too bets
I too much money, but I ain't make enough yet
So I scratched and, yes, Jr. is the
So many niggas from my hood on back
So many niggas from your on they back
That's why we so and it be like that
I'd rather pop a before I pop a Gat

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

Yeah sipping red champagne
tee red hat red bandanna
Uptown, for companions
Fuckin' with the Birdman we fuck up your companion
Fuckin' my son and we run up in your mansion
Chopper make music, start dancin'
man back so you know the circumstances
And I'm cookin' up the Carter 3, no
All my automated, automatic
No lie we don't drive no Astons
Uptown we and we stackin'
Young Money, Money we the champions