Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful

[Hook: Game and
I got a bad bitch from
her strike a pose
Step to the side and at them thighs
That beautiful
I got a Lambo, two
Two seaters, two
Yokohamas, no
Man, that bitch
fountains, crib 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, bitch beautiful

1: Jeezy]
Came up in the projects, dreamin' 'bout them
Wit' the coke walls, flow like bowlin' balls
Merci in my garage, it is supercharged
Wake up to a ménage, they give me a
Closet wit' designer, Donatella recliner
Suede headliner, all that in china
I ain't talkin' Sprite I say I need soda
Bought my first Caprice, put fifty in the
Bricks was beautiful, yeah, Mona Lisa
The introduced me to money, nice to meet ya
Ray Charles in Ray Bans, why?
Touched them keys both hands?
If I die, remember me Don Killuminati
Bury me on the left, next to John Gotti
Play nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, Yo Gotti
ready, took shit from nobody

[Hook: Game and
I got a bad bitch from
Told her strike a
Step to the and look at them thighs
bitch beautiful
I got a Lambo, two
Two seaters, two
Yokohamas, no
Man, that beautiful
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, bitch beautiful

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

[Hook: Ross and Jeezy]
I me a jet model
a black bottle
Meal ticket in plastic
That bitch
some rose gold on my arm
Bottle of
FNH with the
Man, bitch beautiful

[Verse 3: Rick
My Chevrolet a seven
Dade Country dopeboy, I'm talkin'
I everyday
We the beef to get the money
We set for rich niggas in Maserati's
My in the lobby
Bitches keep my name ringin' (Boss!), execute a Abe Lincoln
200 squares for the same
Out in LA, I'm with my bitches
Tip...toein' on marble, got me on these pain 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
Sugar Ray Leonard, nigga I just want the
nigga with the Wraith, underneath 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