Luyện nghe bài hát Champagne

and im still talking champagne, good weed, bad and airplanes,
niggas get extra like spare change, leave your round my gang then she fair game,
its so hot near a flame, 20thousand on my wrist 50 on my chain,
club owners mad we drinking all the rozay, and niggas hate but i go off what the hoes say,
he a skinny but he do it big,
ya its like a movie but its how i live,
young boss, taylor gang general, drinking out the bottle, rozay imperial,
and my bad bitch like the centerfold, cook like a chef, smoke weed like its for dissinial
smell the engine burn you hear my murk
we be corks like fireworks,

ima need more champagne, tell the waitress bring a couple more and break em up,
we buy the bar for every nigga came with us,
we got some broads to drink em all grab a and get fucked up,
champagne,
see bottles of rozay aint a thing to us
just bought em in the club our paper up,
bitch you hate to ? bruh
ima need more

v.i.p. full of red bottles, in the city that i come from im the honcho,
ounces of kush, bottles full of more wet,
see me in my car she got so wet,
used to smoke now she roll planes,
quit fuckin her nigga he was so lame,
she love the taste but she dont know the name,
drinking by the im gonna need ya to bring more champagne,
im with my goons gettin liquored up make this money and blow it i dont give a fuck
show em to the club they pull them out
if you gettin money you should know just im talking about,
uh i live the life you write a song about, bitches think im famous, favors in large amounts,
standing on the table, on the couch,
somebody tell the cause we almost out