Luyện nghe bài hát Fontaine Bleu

The Boss)
Hey yo Diddy, Ross.
I'm at the Fontainebleau my nigga.
I overslept, called downstairs, said you extended this shit.
bitches still here.
Send more Ciroc over my nigga.
I need some too.
Boyz (uh)

The view in this is amazing
The one I flew in, this an Asian.
Got a few just being patient
Puff double up we Cam'ron and
We to be ashy on porches
Now we lease Aston's and on
glass the whole fortress.
Cracks in the marble, that we cop shit.
My marijuana your whole mortgage.
My watch, house, ice flawless.
BVS look when I light head with the right bitch, white mink be the icy.
Louis Vuitton button up my companion. An LG show the bag for the cannon (come on), or straight 8, fuck her real hard just for the strange face.

(Diddy)
Take your time it
Turn up your motherfuckin
And what we hear
See we see (Bugatti Boys!)
what we feel
Hey yo me up,
I softly when I talk to these hoes.
it out...

I'm in women that's independent.
But the sprees can be extended.
New Benz's, your is suspended.
man pretending my bank account tremendous.
We places no other niggas ever though about.
Bora Bora, i''ll you what the yacht about.
It's simple math, all I do is spoil her.
at her hand, the great rock of Gibraltar.
Buyin land the half a of Florida.
Baby I'm a baller, New York's my court.
Straight out of Harlem, of the cut steez.
lust me, 100 G's for the cufflinks.
A queen is a man's best accessory (that's right).
at mine, she half black and Cherokee.
I hit the lotto with all my mulattos, you recognize the model with the top off the Gelato. (Yeah, on).

You see, a lot of niggas be talkin that shit. But they don't be talkin that fly shit. Cuz they never experienced that fly shit. You see, we the Bugatti Boyz baby, we because we live it.

Take a deep breathe and that effervescence.
that's real motherfuckin pimpin.
Yeah, if I it, I did it.
You know my name bitch, and if you forget, I'm Daddy.
And my nigga Ros.

As you close your eyes you can fly, you can see the visions that I see from the up high.
I've been here before you, imma be here after you, and imma be here when you decide to come mothafucka.
But bring your bitch with you, on.
Damn! Damn, feels so good. Niggas dont even make music like this no more. You feel me Ros? the Bugatti Boyz! That soul music!
That fried chicken and champagne, with some diamonds. Yeah, five million in cash on the bed for no reason. (Phone rings) With three mothafuckin bitches just money wrestling and shit. Not mud wrestling, money wrestling. You see, is the way life is for some niggas. They the chosen ones. Hate is for suckas nigga, get some love in your life, you'll be blessed for it. (Come on).