Luyện nghe bài hát Beautiful Bliss

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

When you feel this (Beautiful bliss)
When you spill out (Beautiful bliss)
When you fly as a
And you ride with
And you aint a bit now baby.

[Wale 1:]
Fresh out the
Fresh out the tan with the
Like Lippet thinking, hmm
I'm trying to get it like get it
If Lord giveth a mill' and a milf skinnded
It's slight blemishes and system
But I'm giving it when I write lyrics
That anvil hard mine is bright knickers
not quite the star but my hearts in it
When Brett Hart Brett Favre
A sharp shooter well any figure four
You see my figure more or less some more
I invest in my larynx and lungs and this I project
My is like what pros inject
And niggas so fly I should be droved in
It's ironic they call me a breath no joke
You see boys sign me to the 'Scope, right?

[J. Cole 2:]
I phone home to the real they wanna' know just how it
Who woulda thought a lil' nigga from the 'Ville could get a
And them niggas at the top we want yo' spot we are for real
And yet we heard you got it locked but like socks we on your Heels
So you best be on your toes
on your flows nigga
'Cause man they on checking for me especially all your hoes Nigga
Catch me on doorstep
You see me let me in
All I do is eat
I'm like the lesbian
Know all I wanna' do is ball on TV ESPN
heard I'm 'bout to blow so all my enemies say, "Let's be Friends."
And all these rappers know just where I'm 'bout to go so me Then
Where all the girls we that scream, "Fuck you"
let me in
I'm definitely in a of my own
And with Hov
Hoping that he the baton
He just pass the
And he aint givin' dog is
If you live in dog you learn
I let you see the light
I'm like the prison yard I
For that living but mama I aint done yet
Sit and watch your son rise
back and know your son set
Forever I run yet
And never
Nas told me life's a
Pac said, "Fuck the world and I cum yet."
You up
My like gut checks
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 you wondering
Where the fuck they me
Im the 'Ville boy
(Ay Wale, looking.)

[Wale 3:]
day up in my ES
it was an LS
But is my wallet
it
I don't be stressed like relaxed
feedback ain't flexing
Then you can it running
a muffler
When we not in
They like A list
not no stunners
Too practice now for me to malfunction
So any that function
I breathe on and
it like a female Dijon a puncture
Waiting showing you her beauty if naked
It's like the view of a paintin' or a
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 shift or it I placement 'cause
Shift the keys get capital raised up
(Mother fucker)

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