Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful Bliss

[Melanie Fiona & Wale
Babe, you know it no better than this,
like sunshine on a rainy day,
It's like a could you take me away?
me away.
Away.
It's a bliss.

When you like this (Beautiful bliss)
When you spill out (Beautiful bliss)
you fly as a bitch
And you ride with
And you bothered a bit now baby.

[Wale 1:]
out the airport
Fresh out the tan the clippers
Sean Lippet thinking, hmm
I'm trying to get it Sean get it
If giveth a mill' and a milf bright skinnded
It's slight and life system
But I'm giving it foundation I write lyrics
anvil night hard mine is bright knickers
Maybe not the star but my hearts in it
When Brett Hart Brett Favre
A shooter well exceeding any figure four
You see my figure more or less some more
I in my larynx and lungs and this voice I project
My pro-ject is like what inject
And niggas so fly I should be droved in
It's ironic call me a fresh breath no joke
You see boys sign me to the 'Scope, right?

[J. verse 2:]
I phone home to the real wanna' know just how it feel
Who woulda thought a lil' nigga the 'Ville could get a deal
And tell them niggas at the top we want yo' spot we are for
And yet we heard you got it locked but like socks we on your Heels
So you best be on your nigga
Especially on flows nigga
'Cause man they keep on checking for me especially all your hoes
me on your doorstep
You see me let me in
All I do is eat
I'm the freaky lesbian
all I wanna' do is ball on TV knee ESPN
They heard I'm 'bout to blow so all my say, "Let's be Friends."
And all rappers know just where I'm 'bout to go so catch me Then
all the girls we knew that scream, "Fuck you"
let me in
I'm definitely in a of my own
And with Hov
Hoping that he pass the
He pass the Patron
And he aint dog is earned
If you live in dog you learn
I let you see the light
I'm the prison yard I yearn
For that living large but mama I aint yet
Sit back and watch your son
Kick and know your son set
I ain't run yet
And never
Nas told me a bitch
Pac said, "Fuck the and I ain't cum yet."
You up
My punchlines like gut
I'm raw dog
I'm sex
I'm on
I'm up
I'm God
I'm
So stress
You can get the fuck around me
And if you listening know you
Where the they found me
Im the 'Ville boy
(Ay Wale, looking.)

[Wale 3:]
day up in my ES
it was an LS
But e-lastic is my
it
I don't be like relaxed muscles
Your feedback ain't
Then you can it running
Like a
we not in summer
They A list actors
They not no
Too practice now for me to malfunction
So any beat that
I breathe on and
Leave it like a Dijon a puncture
Waiting showing you her beauty if naked
It's like the of a paintin' or a lakehead
This shit's how my day is
Peep me how I'm raising up the for Nathan
Capital I'm raising I'm through punctuating
Or keys or it I placement 'cause
the keys get your capital raised up
(Mother fucker)

(Ha, yeah. Bump it, it. To my beautiful, uhh. This is my beautiful, uhh.
is my beautiful, uhh. Attention Deficit. Yeaa'. This is my beautiful, uhh.
This is my beautiful, uhh. is my beautiful, uhh.)