Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship
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

Okay start with 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 with my Marc 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 tongue her
Can't you I'm in love woman, like no other woman
Oh I'm sorry sweetheart, I thought you my other woman

Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship
like 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 but I got a lot of checks
Got my own brand, new on the set
from sittin' in a cell to sittin' on a jet
From shittin' in a cell to 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 niggas my hood on they back
So many niggas from your hood on back
That's why we so paid and it be that
I'd rather pop a bottle 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 we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah

Yeah only red champagne
tee red hat red bandanna
Uptown, choppers for
with the Birdman then 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 even drive no
we packin' and we stackin'
Young Money, Cash we the champions