Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful

[Hook: Game and
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 figured I'd die
bitch, no lie
Man, that beautiful

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

[Hook: Game and
I got a bad from Vogue
Told her 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, ho beautiful
I got a up in the sky
I fake it I'd die
bitch, no lie
Man, that beautiful

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

[Hook: Rick Ross and
I me a jet model
a black bottle
Meal wrapped in plastic
That bitch
Keep rose gold on my arm
of Avion
FNH with the
Man, that bitch

3: Rick Ross]
My Chevrolet a trey
Dade Country dopeboy, I'm talkin'
I everyday
We squashed the beef to get the
We set examples for niggas in Maserati's
My in the lobby
Bitches keep my name ringin' (Boss!), execute a nigga; Abe
200 for the same ticket
Out in LA, I'm with my main
Tip...toein' on marble, got me on these pain killers
I'm still the same, I never changed,
from razorbladin' rocks, no more holes in my socks
Fuck her like a champ, got me like I box
Sugar Ray Leonard, nigga I just the drop
First with the Wraith, underneath the stars
look me in my face, tell the tears' for my dogs
Fuckin' the hoes, but we got them different cars
Ugh! Beautiful, are my