Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Life

The time has come, we expand, the whole operation
Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A.
We gotta set our own market, and it
Verse One: G Rap
Champagne of caviar dreams ?a penis gettin cream?
With sales of fish scales triple beams I gleam
the live of rowdy packin fifty cali's
Rockin lizard Bally's while we do our drug in a dark alley
Up in just me and my dino primo
Pushin then parlay in Reno with two fly latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff, we mad for seen bad
We've a half a milli dashin out there on the Queens half
Three major players gettin papers by the
And those that portray us on the block get rocked like
get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits
Front on the market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet
Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with
that'll stray pop and put more shells in top than Adidas
Da leaders, lookin straight in our Giorgio Armani's
You wanna harm me and Nas you gots ta come get a whole army
The celo rollers money folders bola holdin mad payola
Slangin a without the Cola
Me and black don't fake jacks but we sling one
It ain't no in our game we do our thing son

Livin the fast life, in cars
we go, people know who we are
A team from out of Queens with the dream
So plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Nas
Yo I got, from Italy, smoke trees, considerably
Mid-state and Green it seems, is all my niggaz be
The ghetto misery, shootouts and stores
A perpendicular, of the clout war
Police up my Lex over who's petrol
My tech blows straight off the roof and yo' respect though
But dough respect me, it got me handcuffed
The life, I just be up nights, breathin with scuffed Nike's
Pour my beers for my peoples the stairs
These years I got names in my swears
Poppin Cristal like my first child, lickin shots, holiday style
Rockin sweaters, Wallaby down
Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, the arabs
The of me and the mic is just like magic
Elegant performance, bubble Lex insurance
Guzzlin Guinness shootin catchin cases
It's Nas, seven hundred wives, King size
We on the rise, me and G, ghetto wise
The luciano Frankie Aiel, Seagal
Green with eagles from a tray that's illegal
*singer* Brother you've got to it happen
Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get this money,
Brother you've got to it happen
When living in the fast life, heyy yeah yeah
Verse G Rap, Nas
[Rap] Aiyyo my exquisite, yayo like a blizzard
[Nas] It's choir attire standin on ground one pivot
[Rap] Two players silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers
[Nas] Lands with namebrand seats reclinin like in
Bodies on ice
[Nas] Livin trife, rollin fixed up
[Rap] Gamblin
Handlin stamps
[duo] Moves are
[Nas] My bankrolls, got the comin in plain clothes
[Rap] to arraign again cause of our fame that's how the game goes
True
[Rap] Right out the slammer the fame and glamour
up grams with Arm & Hammer supplyin scramblers in Alabama
[Nas] Rub out and leave no traces
My got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races
Servin us Dom P my
Dimes magnifico, puttin in cut inside ?perico?
Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my for clothes
in Carribean suites, deep, rippin beats flows
[Rap] Aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without socks
rocks, to pickin up stock and boat docks with glocks
and got poppy seed fields with million dollar
all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield
[Nas] Yeah so here's a toast to the and things
Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is with kings

*singer does same part again variations to fade, mostly "I" for "you*