Luyện nghe bài hát Championship Pop Bottles

Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship
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

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

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

Okay we poppin' like 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

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