Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful

[Hook: and Jeezy]
I got a bad bitch 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 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, that bitch

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

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

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
Speakin' of camouflage, RIP to
Just drove through Savannah,
That shit beautiful, and his .45 is
Push your shit back like shops do cuticles
Snowman, tell these that we livin' it
Front like a soccer field, and we kickin' it
Sick condos, pockets of Rondos
wit' extended clips, long as El Segundo
Jeezy Versace, so we rented out the mansion
Fuckin' models, skin white as Marilyn Manson
Came a long way a nigga first advancement
Test drive the new Bugatti, hold bitch for ransom

[Hook: Ross and Jeezy]
I keep me a jet
Keep a black
Meal wrapped in plastic
That bitch
Keep rose gold on my arm
of Avion
FNH the drum
Man, that beautiful

3: Rick Ross]
My Chevrolet a trey
Country dopeboy, I'm talkin' heavyweight
I hustle
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 main
Tip...toein' on marble, got me on these pain killers
I'm the same, I never changed, nigga
Went from razorbladin' rocks, no more holes in my
Fuck her a champ, got me livin' like I box
Sugar Ray Leonard, I just want the drop
nigga with the Wraith, underneath the stars
Better look me in my face, tell the for my dogs
Fuckin' the same hoes, but we got different cars
Ugh! Beautiful, are my