Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful

I got a bad from Vogue
Told her a pose
Step to the side and look at them
That bitch
I got a Lambo, two
Two seaters, two
Yokohamas, no
Man, that bitch
fountains, crib 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, bitch beautiful

Came up in the projects, dreamin' 'bout mansions
the coke white walls, flow like bowlin' balls
Murci' in my garage, course it is
up to a ménage, they give me a massage
Closet wit' designer, Donatella recliner
Suede headliner, all that in china
I ain't Sprite when I say I need soda
my first Caprice, put fifty in the motor
Bricks they was beautiful, yeah, Mona
The streets introduced me to money, nice to ya
Ray in these Ray Bans, why?
Yeah I touched them keys with both
If I die, me like Don Killuminati
Bury me on the left, right to John Gotti
Play nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, Yo Gotti
Tombstone ready, shit from nobody

I got a bad from Vogue
her strike a pose
Step to the side and look at them
bitch beautiful
I got a Lambo, two
Two seaters, two
Yokohamas, no
Man, bitch beautiful
fountains, crib 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

Mirror, mirror, in my
Tell me which Lambo I park at the L'Ermitage
Pull up at the The Mirage, it's and Mazi's
Out here, taste, my car is camouflage
Speakin' of camouflage, RIP to
Just drove Savannah, Georgia
That beautiful, and his .45 is unusual
Push your back like nail shops do cuticles
Snowman, tell these niggas we livin' it
Front yard like a field, and we kickin' it
condos, pockets full of Rondos
Choppers wit' 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 nigga advancement
Test drive the new Bugatti, hold that bitch for

I keep me a jet
a black bottle
Meal ticket wrapped in
That beautiful
Keep some gold on my arm
Bottle of
FNH the drum
Man, that beautiful
Baby girl she out of
with the powder
Tats on her neck, straight
bitch beautiful
I got a up in the sky
'Fore I it, I'd die
bitch, no lie
Man, bitch beautiful

My a seven trey
Dade dopeboy, I'm talkin' heavyweight
I everyday
We squashed the beef to get the
We set for rich niggas in Maserati's
My in the lobby
Bitches keep my ringin' (Boss!)
a nigga; Abe Lincoln
200 squares for the same
Out in LA, I'm with my bitches
on marble, got me trippin' on these pain killers
I'm the same, I never changed, nigga
Went from razorbladin' rocks, no holes in my socks
Fuck her like a champ, got me like I box
Sugar Ray Leonard, nigga, I just want the
First with the Wraith, underneath the stars
Better look me in my face, tell the tears' for my
Fuckin' the same hoes, but we got them different
Ugh! Beautiful, are my

I got a bad bitch from
Told her a pose
to the side and look at them thighs
That beautiful
I got a Lambo, two
Two seaters, two
Yokohamas, no
Man, that beautiful
Baby she out of Broward
Smoove with the
Tats on her neck, straight
This beautiful
I got a up in the sky
'Fore I it, I'd die
bitch, no lie
Man, bitch beautiful