Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful

[Hook: and Jeezy]
I got a bad bitch from
her strike a pose
Step to the and look at them thighs
That bitch
I got a Lambo, two
Two seaters, two
Yokohamas, no
Man, that beautiful
Champagne fountains, crib in the
driveway
Man, ho beautiful
I got a up in the sky
'Fore I I'd die
bitch, no lie
Man, that beautiful

1: Jeezy]
Came up in the projects, dreamin' them mansions
Wit' the coke white walls, flow like balls
Merci in my garage, course it is
Wake up to a ménage, they give me a
Closet filled wit' designer, recliner
headliner, all that whip in china
I ain't talkin' Sprite I say I need soda
Bought my first Caprice, put fifty in the
Bricks they was beautiful, yeah, Lisa
The introduced me to money, nice to meet ya
Ray Charles in Ray Bans, why?
Touched them keys both hands?
If I die, remember me like Don
Bury me on the left, right next to Gotti
Play nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo
Tombstone ready, took shit from

[Hook: and Jeezy]
I got a bad from Vogue
her strike a pose
Step to the side and at them thighs
bitch beautiful
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 fake it I'd die
bitch, no lie
Man, that bitch

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

[Hook: Rick and Jeezy]
I keep me a jet
Keep a bottle
Meal wrapped in plastic
That bitch
some rose gold on my arm
Bottle of
FNH the drum
Man, that bitch

3: Rick Ross]
My Chevrolet a seven
Dade Country dopeboy, I'm talkin'
I hustle
We the beef to get the money
We set examples for rich niggas in
My in the lobby
Bitches keep my name ringin' (Boss!), execute a Abe Lincoln
200 squares for the ticket
Out in LA, I'm my main bitches
Tip...toein' on marble, got me trippin' on 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 livin' I box
Sugar Ray Leonard, nigga I want the drop
nigga with the Wraith, underneath the stars
Better look me in my face, tell the tears' for my
Fuckin' the same hoes, but we got them different
Ugh! Beautiful, are my