Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Life

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

Livin the life, in fast cars
Everywhere we go, people who we are
A team out of Queens with the american dream
So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven cream
(repeat 2X)
Two: Nas Escobar
Yo I got, guns Italy, smoke trees, considerably
Mid-state and Green it seems, is where all my be
The ghetto misery, and liquor stores
A perpendicular, angle of the war
searchin up my Lex over who's petrol
My tech blows straight off the roof and yo' respect though
But don't respect me, it got me handcuffed
The rough life, I just be up nights, breathin with Nike's
Pour my for my peoples under the stairs
These years I got they in my swears
Poppin Cristal it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style
Steele 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 shootin catchin cases concurrent
Nas, seven hundred wives, King Solomon size
We on the rise, me and G, ghetto wise
The Frankie Aiel, Bugsy Seagal
Green papers with from a tray that's illegal
Brother you've got to make it happen
Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get money, yeahhh
Brother you've got to make it
When you're in the fast life, heyy yeah yeah
Three: G Rap, Nas
[Rap] Aiyyo my lifestyle's exquisite, yayo a blizzard
[Nas] It's choir attire standin on with one pivot
[Rap] Two rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers
[Nas] Lands namebrand seats reclinin like in spaceships
[Rap] on ice
[Nas] trife, rollin fixed up dice
Gamblin Grants
[Nas] Handlin
Moves are sheist
[Nas] My bankrolls, got the comin in plain clothes
[Rap] Tryin to arraign cause of our fame that's how the game goes
True
[Rap] Right out the with the fame and glamour
Cookin up with Arm & Hammer supplyin scramblers in Alabama
[Nas] Rub out and leave no traces
My aces got mad cases, preserve spaces at the horse races
Servin us Dom P my
Dimes with magnifico, puttin in cut inside
Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my for clothes
in suites, deep, rippin beats with flows
[Rap] Aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without some
sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat docks glocks
and got poppy fields with million dollar bills
Packin all the 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 buried with

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