Luyện nghe bài hát Championship Pop Bottles

Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a 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

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

we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
Look I got on a championship ring
'Cause I ball hard, no bitch we ball
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 money, but I ain't make enough yet
So I scratched and, yes, Jr. is the
So many from my hood on they back
So many from your hood 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 like we won a championship
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

Yeah only sipping red
tee red hat red bandanna
Uptown, choppers for
Fuckin' with the Birdman we fuck up your companion
Fuckin' my son and we run up in your mansion
Chopper music, bitch start dancin'
Stunna man 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 packin' and we
Young Money, Cash Money we the