Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful

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

[Verse 1:
up in the projects, dreamin' 'bout them mansions
Wit' the white walls, flow like bowlin' balls
in my garage, course it is supercharged
Wake up to a ménage, they me a massage
Closet filled wit' designer, Donatella
Suede headliner, all that in china
I ain't talkin' Sprite I say I need soda
Bought my first Caprice, put fifty in the
Bricks they was beautiful, yeah, Lisa
The introduced me to money, nice to meet ya
Ray Charles in these Ray Bans,
them keys with both hands?
If I die, remember me like Don
Bury me on the left, next to John Gotti
Play nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo
Tombstone ready, took shit nobody

[Hook: Game and
I got a bad from Vogue
her strike a pose
Step to the side and at them thighs
That bitch
I got a Lambo, two
Two seaters, two
Yokohamas, no
Man, that beautiful
Champagne fountains, in the mountains
driveway
Man, that ho
I got a up in the sky
I fake it I'd die
bitch, no lie
Man, that bitch

[Verse 2:
Mirror, mirror, in my
me which Lambo I should park at the L'Ermitage
Pull up at the The Mirage, it's and Mazis
Out here, expensive taste, my car is
of camouflage, RIP to Camoflauge
Just through Savannah, Georgia
That beautiful, and his .45 is unusual
Push your back like nail shops do cuticles
Snowman, tell these niggas we livin' it
yard like a soccer field, and we kickin' it
Sick condos, full of Rondos
wit' extended clips, long as El Segundo
Jeezy like Versace, so we rented out the
Fuckin' European models, skin white as Marilyn
Came a long way from a nigga first
Test drive the new Bugatti, hold that bitch for

Rick Ross and Jeezy]
I keep me a jet
Keep a bottle
Meal ticket wrapped in
bitch beautiful
Keep some rose on my arm
Bottle of
FNH the drum
Man, bitch beautiful

3: Rick Ross]
My Chevrolet a trey
Country dopeboy, I'm talkin' heavyweight
I hustle
We squashed the to get the money
We set examples for rich in Maserati's
My killers in the
Bitches keep my ringin' (Boss!), execute a nigga; Abe Lincoln
200 squares for the ticket
Out in LA, I'm with my bitches
Tip...toein' on marble, got me trippin' on pain killers
I'm still the same, I changed, nigga
Went from razorbladin' rocks, no more in my socks
Fuck her like a champ, got me livin' I box
Sugar Ray Leonard, I just want the drop
nigga with the Wraith, underneath the stars
Better look me in my face, the tears' for my dogs
Fuckin' the same hoes, but we got different cars
Ugh! Beautiful, are my