Lyrics of Ren Yuxiang's fake wine Li Bai

Li Bai, the king

When I step into Chang'an again

The sword is still in the back

Sprinkle the wine on it

Let you see my new idea

Look at me in the mountains

Pretending to be depressed

Forever hiding in the mountains

And I'm like pure white smoke

The light footstep appears again

Don't shake your hands when the shopkeeper is full of wine

Look away from my sword

There's a sneak eye on me in the back

Full of bad, not love in your eyes

Praise the wine

They should be looking forward to it

I won't wake up if I'm drunk

The end of the game

I need you to clean up

Those rude people will break your chopsticks

Knight errant

Speed up my attack

Block your sword

I'm going to drink

I'm standing behind you

You can only miss me in front of you

an inspired passage

You feel like a soldier

I can't escape from my sword array

Kill one in ten steps

A thousand miles away

Use your blood

Light up my poetry

When I got out of the pub

I found myself surrounded

But the people are cheering

I can only envy you for being too expensive

I am elegant to your lesbian

Look at me in the wrong way

Don't step back. Don't step back

You have five times as many people as I have

I'm an assassin in three sections

The regiment won't lose a head

I have the feel of the king's Bureau

Show a face of pleasure

The big move says invincible

The outcome is likely to reverse

When I go through your heart from the front

The second hand only needs a moment

I can only blame you for being too crisp

Blame your teammates

I don't need your throne

But the victory can only belong to my team

Knight errant

Speed up my attack

Block your sword

I'm going to drink

I'm standing behind you

You can only miss me in front of you

an inspired passage

You feel like a soldier

I can't escape from my sword array

Kill one in ten steps

A thousand miles away

Use your blood

Light up my poetry

The golden cup never stops

A long song into the enemy camp

Holding the bloody sword

This is a drunken row

The golden cup never stops

A long song into the enemy camp

Holding the bloody sword

It's a drunken row