Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Life

The has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation
Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A.
We gotta set our own market, and it
Verse Kool G Rap
Champagne wishes of caviar ?a penis gettin cream?
With sales of fish scales triple beams I gleam
Livin the live of rowdy packin cali's
Rockin Bally's while we do our drug deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos me and my dino primo
Pushin beam-o's parlay in Reno with two fly latinos
Nas, he the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad
We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the half
Three major players papers by the layers
And those that portray us on the block get like Domateus
Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark
Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a
Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with
that'll pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas
Da leaders, lookin straight crimy in our Giorgio
You wanna me and Nas you gots ta come get through a whole army
The celo money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola
Slangin a Coke without the
Me and don't fake jacks but we might sling one
It ain't no shame in our we do our thing son

Livin the life, in fast cars
we go, people know who we are
A team from out of with the american dream
So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure
(repeat 2X)
Verse Nas Escobar
Yo I got, guns from Italy, trees, considerably
Mid-state and it seems, is where all my niggaz be
The ghetto misery, shootouts and stores
A perpendicular, of the clout war
Police searchin up my Lex over petrol
My tech straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though
But dough don't respect me, it got me
The rough life, I just be up nights, with scuffed Nike's
my beers for my peoples under the stairs
These years I got they names in my
Poppin Cristal it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style
Steele sweaters, Wallaby down
Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, the arabs
The marriage of me and the mic is just magic
performance, bubble Lex full insurance
Guzzlin Guinness catchin cases concurrent
Nas, seven hundred wives, King Solomon size
We on the rise, me and G, ghetto guys
The luciano Frankie Aiel, Bugsy
Green papers with eagles a tray that's illegal
*singer* Brother got to make it happen
Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get money, yeahhh
Brother you've got to make it
When you're living in the fast life, heyy yeah
Three: G Rap, Nas
[Rap] Aiyyo my lifestyle's exquisite, like a blizzard
[Nas] It's choir attire standin on with one pivot
[Rap] Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds glaciers
[Nas] Lands with namebrand seats reclinin in spaceships
[Rap] on ice
[Nas] Livin trife, rollin up dice
[Rap] Gamblin
Handlin stamps
[duo] Moves are
[Nas] My bankrolls, got the cops comin in clothes
[Rap] Tryin to arraign again cause of our fame that's how the goes
True
[Rap] out the slammer with the fame and glamour
Cookin up with Arm & Hammer supplyin scramblers in Alabama
[Nas] Rub out faces and no traces
My aces got mad body cases, spaces at the horse races
Servin us Dom P my
Dimes with magnifico, in cut inside ?perico?
for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes
in Carribean suites, deep, rippin beats flows
[Rap] Aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without socks
sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat docks glocks
and got poppy seed fields with million bills
Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the
[Nas] Yeah so here's a toast to the funds and
Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried kings

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