Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful

[Hook: and Jeezy]
I got a bad bitch Vogue
her strike a pose
Step to the side and look at thighs
That bitch
I got a Lambo, two
Two seaters, two
Yokohamas, no
Man, bitch beautiful
Champagne fountains, crib in the
driveway
Man, ho beautiful
I got a up in the sky
'Fore I I'd die
bitch, no lie
Man, bitch beautiful

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

[Hook: Game and
I got a bad bitch Vogue
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 bitch
Champagne fountains, crib in the
driveway
Man, that ho
I got a up in the sky
'Fore I it I'd die
bitch, no lie
Man, bitch beautiful

[Verse 2:
Mirror, mirror, in my
Tell me which I should park at the L'Ermitage
up at the The Mirage, it's Phantoms and Mazis
Out here, taste, my car is camouflage
of camouflage, RIP to Camoflauge
Just through Savannah, Georgia
shit beautiful, and his .45 is unusual
Push your shit back like shops do cuticles
Snowman, tell these niggas that we it
Front yard like a soccer field, and we it
Sick condos, pockets full of
wit' extended clips, long as El Segundo
Jeezy like Versace, so we out the mansion
Fuckin' European models, skin white as Marilyn
Came a long way from a nigga first
Test drive the new Bugatti, that bitch for ransom

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

[Verse 3: Ross]
My a seven trey
Dade Country dopeboy, I'm heavyweight
I hustle
We the beef to get the money
We set for rich niggas in Maserati's
My killers in the
Bitches my name 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 pain killers
I'm the same, I never 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 want the drop
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 different cars
Ugh! Beautiful, are my