Luyện nghe bài hát Fontaine Bleu

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

The view in this is amazing
The one I flew in, motherfuckas an Asian.
Got a few more being patient
Puff double up we Cam'ron and
We used to be on porches
Now we lease Aston's and on
Italian the whole fortress.
in the marble, slabs that we cop shit.
My marijuana accounts your mortgage.
My watch, house, ice flawless.
BVS look pink when I light head with the right bitch, white be the icy.
Louis Vuitton button up my companion. An LG show the bag for the (come on), 22-32 or straight 8, fuck her real hard just for the strange face.

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

I'm interested in that's independent.
But the shoppin can be extended.
New Benz's, license is suspended.
man pretending my bank account tremendous.
We going no other niggas ever though about.
Bora Bora, show you what the yacht about.
simple math, all I wanna do is spoil her.
Look at her hand, the rock of Gibraltar.
land the half a size 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 always a man's best (that's right).
at mine, she half black and Cherokee.
I hit the lotto with all my mulattos, you the model with the top off the Gelato. (Yeah, come on).

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

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

As you close your eyes you can fly, you can see the that I see from the view up high.
I've been here before you, imma be here after you, and imma be here when you to come back 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? It's the Bugatti Boyz! 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, this is the way life is for some niggas. the chosen ones. Hate is for suckas nigga, get some love in your life, you'll be blessed for it. (Come on).