Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful

[Hook: Game and
I got a bad bitch Vogue
Told her strike a
Step to the side and look at thighs
That beautiful
I got a Lambo, two
Two seaters, two
Yokohamas, no
Man, that beautiful
Champagne fountains, crib in the
2-mile-long
Man, ho beautiful
I got a up in the sky
'Fore I I'd die
bitch, no lie
Man, bitch beautiful

[Verse 1:
Came up in the projects, dreamin' 'bout mansions
Wit' the coke white walls, like bowlin' balls
Merci in my garage, it is supercharged
Wake up to a ménage, they give me a
Closet filled wit' designer, Donatella
headliner, all that whip in china
I ain't talkin' when I say I need soda
Bought my first Caprice, put in the motor
Bricks was beautiful, yeah, Mona Lisa
The introduced me to money, nice to meet ya
Ray in these Ray Bans, why?
Touched keys with both hands?
If I die, remember me Don Killuminati
Bury me on the left, right next to Gotti
Play nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo
Tombstone ready, took shit from

[Hook: and Jeezy]
I got a bad bitch Vogue
Told her strike a
to the side and look at them thighs
That bitch
I got a Lambo, two
Two seaters, two
Yokohamas, no
Man, that beautiful
Champagne fountains, in the mountains
2-mile-long
Man, ho beautiful
I got a up in the sky
'Fore I it I'd die
bitch, no lie
Man, that bitch

2: Game]
Mirror, mirror, in my
Tell me which I should park at the L'Ermitage
Pull up at the The Mirage, it's Phantoms and
Out here, expensive taste, my car is
of camouflage, RIP to Camoflauge
Just drove Savannah, Georgia
shit beautiful, and his .45 is unusual
Push your shit back like shops do cuticles
Snowman, tell these niggas that we it
Front yard like a field, and we kickin' it
Sick condos, full of Rondos
Choppers wit' extended clips, as El Segundo
Jeezy like Versace, so we out the mansion
Fuckin' European models, skin as Marilyn Manson
Came a long way from a first advancement
Test drive the new Bugatti, hold that for ransom

[Hook: Rick Ross and
I keep me a jet
Keep a black
Meal wrapped in plastic
That bitch
Keep some gold on my arm
of Avion
FNH with the
Man, that bitch

[Verse 3: Rick
My Chevrolet a seven
Country dopeboy, I'm talkin' heavyweight
I everyday
We squashed the beef to get the
We set examples for niggas in Maserati's
My killers in the
Bitches keep my name ringin' (Boss!), execute a Abe Lincoln
200 for the same ticket
Out in LA, I'm my main bitches
Tip...toein' on marble, got me on these pain killers
I'm still the same, I changed, nigga
Went from rocks, no more holes in my socks
Fuck her like a champ, got me like I box
Sugar Ray Leonard, I just want the drop
First nigga the Wraith, underneath the stars
look me in my face, tell the tears' for my dogs
Fuckin' the hoes, but we got them different cars
Ugh! Beautiful, are my