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.
bitches still here.
Send some Ciroc over my nigga.
I some trees too.
Boyz (uh)

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

(Diddy)
Take time with it
Turn up motherfuckin radio
And hear what we
See we see (Bugatti Boys!)
Feel 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, license is suspended.
man pretending my bank account tremendous.
We going no other niggas ever though about.
Bora, i''ll show you what the yacht about.
It's simple math, all I wanna do is her.
at her hand, the great rock of Gibraltar.
Buyin land the half a of Florida.
I'm a baller, New York's my ball court.
Straight out of Harlem, of the cut steez.
lust me, 100 G's for the cufflinks.
A queen is always a best accessory (that's right).
Look at mine, she half and Cherokee.
I hit the lotto with all my mulattos, you recognize the model 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 breathe and smell that effervescence.
Yeah 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 your eyes you can fly, you can see the visions that I see from the view up high.
I've been here before you, imma be here you, and imma be here when you decide to come back mothafucka.
But bring bitch with you, come on.
Damn! Damn, feels so good. Niggas dont even make music like this no more. You me Ros? It's 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, this is the way life is for some niggas. They the chosen ones. Hate is for nigga, get some love in your life, you'll be blessed for it. (Come on).