Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful

[Hook: and Jeezy]
I got a bad bitch Vogue
Told her a pose
Step to the side and at them thighs
That bitch
I got a Lambo, two
Two seaters, two
Yokohamas, no
Man, bitch beautiful
Champagne fountains, crib in the
driveway
Man, ho beautiful
I got a up in the sky
'Fore I I'd die
bitch, no lie
Man, that bitch

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

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

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

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

3: Rick Ross]
My Chevrolet a trey
Dade Country dopeboy, I'm heavyweight
I hustle
We squashed the beef to get the
We set examples for rich in Maserati's
My killers in the
Bitches keep my name ringin' (Boss!), execute a nigga; Abe
200 squares for the ticket
Out in LA, I'm with my main
Tip...toein' on marble, got me on these pain killers
I'm still the same, I never changed,
Went razorbladin' rocks, no more holes in my socks
her like a champ, got me livin' like I box
Sugar Ray Leonard, nigga I want the drop
First with the Wraith, underneath the stars
look me in my face, tell the tears' for my dogs
Fuckin' the same hoes, but we got different cars
Ugh! Beautiful, are my