Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful

[Hook: and Jeezy]
I got a bad from Vogue
her strike 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
Champagne fountains, in the mountains
2-mile-long
Man, that ho
I got a up in the sky
'Fore I I'd die
bitch, no lie
Man, that beautiful

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

Game and Jeezy]
I got a bad from Vogue
Told her a pose
to the side and look at them thighs
That bitch
I got a Lambo, two
Two seaters, two
Yokohamas, no
Man, that beautiful
fountains, crib in the mountains
2-mile-long
Man, ho beautiful
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
Tell me which Lambo I should at the L'Ermitage
Pull up at the The Mirage, it's Phantoms and
Out here, taste, my car is camouflage
Speakin' of camouflage, RIP to
Just drove Savannah, Georgia
shit beautiful, and his .45 is unusual
Push your shit back like shops do cuticles
Snowman, tell these niggas we livin' it
Front like a soccer field, and we kickin' it
Sick condos, full of Rondos
Choppers wit' extended clips, as El Segundo
like Versace, so we rented out the mansion
Fuckin' models, skin white as Marilyn Manson
Came a long way from a nigga advancement
Test the new Bugatti, hold that bitch for ransom

[Hook: Ross and Jeezy]
I me a jet model
a black bottle
Meal wrapped in plastic
bitch beautiful
Keep some rose on my arm
Bottle of
FNH the drum
Man, that beautiful

[Verse 3: Ross]
My Chevrolet a seven
Country dopeboy, I'm talkin' heavyweight
I hustle
We the beef to get the money
We set examples for rich niggas in
My killers in the
Bitches keep my ringin' (Boss!), execute a nigga; Abe Lincoln
200 for the same ticket
Out in LA, I'm with my main
Tip...toein' on marble, got me trippin' on these killers
I'm still the same, I changed, nigga
Went razorbladin' rocks, no more holes in my socks
her like a champ, got me livin' like I box
Sugar Ray Leonard, nigga I just want the
nigga 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 cars
Ugh! Beautiful, are my