Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful

I got a bad from 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, bitch beautiful
Champagne fountains, in the mountains
driveway
Man, ho beautiful
I got a up in the sky
I fake it, I'd die
bitch, no lie
Man, that bitch

Came up in the projects, dreamin' them mansions
the coke white walls, flow like bowlin' balls
Murci' in my garage, course it is
Wake up to a ménage, give me a massage
Closet wit' designer, Donatella recliner
Suede headliner, all whip 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 me to money, nice to meet ya
Ray in these Ray Bans, why?
Yeah I touched them keys with hands?
If I die, remember me Don Killuminati
Bury me on the left, right to John Gotti
Play nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, Yo Gotti
ready, took shit from nobody

I got a bad bitch from
her strike a pose
Step to the side and look at them
That beautiful
I got a Lambo, two
Two seaters, two
Yokohamas, no
Man, bitch beautiful
Champagne fountains, in the mountains
driveway
Man, ho beautiful
I got a up in the sky
'Fore I it, I'd die
bitch, no lie
Man, bitch beautiful

Mirror, mirror, in my
Tell me which Lambo I should at the L'Ermitage
Pull up at the The Mirage, it's Phantom's and
Out here, expensive taste, my car is
Speakin' of camouflage, RIP to
Just drove through Savannah,
That shit beautiful, and his .45 is
Push your shit like nail shops do cuticles
Snowman, these niggas that we livin' it
Front yard like a soccer field, and we it
condos, pockets full of Rondos
Choppers extended clips, long as El Segundo
Jeezy Versace, so we rented out the mansion
European models, skin white as Marilyn Manson
Came a long way from a nigga first
Test drive the new Bugatti, that bitch for ransom

I me a jet model
Keep a bottle
Meal ticket wrapped in
That beautiful
some rose gold on my arm
Bottle of
FNH with the
Man, that beautiful
girl she out of Broward
Smoove with the
Tats on her neck, straight
This bitch
I got a up in the sky
I fake it, I'd die
bitch, no lie
Man, that bitch

My Chevrolet a trey
County dopeboy, I'm talkin' heavyweight
I hustle
We squashed the to get the money
We set for rich niggas in Maserati's
My killers in the
Bitches my name ringin' (Boss!)
Execute a Abe Lincoln
200 for the same ticket
Out in LA, I'm my main bitches
Tiptoein' on marble, got me trippin' on these killers
I'm still the same, I changed, nigga
from razorbladin' rocks, no more holes in my socks
Fuck her a champ, got me livin' like I box
Ray Leonard, nigga, I just want the drop
First 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

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