Luyện nghe bài hát Championship Pop Bottles

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

start 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 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 love woman, like no other
Oh I'm sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my woman

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

As I recline my desk
I got a lot of Nikes but I got a lot of checks
Got my own brand, new on the set
Went sittin' in a cell to sittin' on a jet
shittin' in a cell to shittin' on a jet
I lost too many friends, but I won too many
I made too much money, but I make enough yet
So I and, yes, Jr. is the best
So many from my hood on they back
So many niggas from your on they back
That's why we so paid and it be like
I'd rather pop a bottle I pop a Gat

Okay we champagne like we won a championship game
like I got on a championship ring
'Cause I ball hard, no bitch we 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' the Birdman then we fuck up your companion
Fuckin' with my son and we run up in mansion
Chopper make music, start dancin'
Stunna man back so you the circumstances
And I'm cookin' up the 3, no advances
All my automated, automatic
No lie we don't even no Astons
we packin' and we stackin'
Young Money, Money we the champions