Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful

[Hook: Game and
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, that bitch
Champagne fountains, crib in the
2-mile-long
Man, ho beautiful
I got a up in the sky
I figured I'd die
bitch, no lie
Man, bitch beautiful

1: Jeezy]
Came up in the projects, dreamin' 'bout mansions
Wit' the coke white walls, flow like balls
Merci in my garage, course it is
Wake up to a ménage, they give me a
Closet filled wit' designer, Donatella
headliner, all that whip in china
I ain't talkin' when I say I need soda
Bought my first Caprice, put in the motor
they was beautiful, yeah, Mona Lisa
The streets me to money, nice to meet ya
Ray in these Ray Bans, why?
Touched them keys with both
If I die, remember me like Don
Bury me on the left, right to John Gotti
Play but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo Gotti
ready, took shit from nobody

[Hook: and Jeezy]
I got a bad bitch from
Told her strike a
Step to the and look at them thighs
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
I fake it I'd die
bitch, no lie
Man, that beautiful

2: Game]
Mirror, mirror, in my
Tell me which Lambo I should at the L'Ermitage
Pull up at the The Mirage, Phantoms and Mazis
Out here, taste, my car is camouflage
of camouflage, RIP to Camoflauge
Just drove Savannah, Georgia
That shit beautiful, and his .45 is
Push your shit back like nail do cuticles
Snowman, these niggas that we livin' it
Front yard 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 drive the new Bugatti, hold that for ransom

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

[Verse 3: Rick
My a seven trey
Country dopeboy, I'm talkin' heavyweight
I hustle
We squashed the to get the money
We set examples for niggas in Maserati's
My in the lobby
Bitches my name ringin' (Boss!), execute a nigga; Abe Lincoln
200 squares for the ticket
Out in LA, I'm my main bitches
Tip...toein' on marble, got me trippin' on these killers
I'm the same, I never changed, nigga
Went from rocks, no more holes in my socks
her like a champ, got me livin' like I box
Sugar Ray Leonard, nigga I just the drop
First nigga with the Wraith, the stars
Better look me in my face, the tears' for my dogs
the same hoes, but we got them different cars
Ugh! Beautiful, are my