Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Life

The has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation
Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A.
We set our own market, and enforce it
One: Kool G Rap
Champagne wishes of caviar ?a penis gettin cream?
With sales of fish scales from triple I gleam
Livin the of rowdy packin fifty cali's
lizard Bally's while we do our drug deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos me and my dino primo
Pushin beam-o's then parlay in Reno with two fly
Nas, he the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad
We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the half
major players gettin papers by the layers
And those portray 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 us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters
that'll stray pop and put more shells in your top Adidas
Da leaders, lookin straight crimy in our Armani's
You wanna harm me and Nas you gots ta come get through a whole
The celo rollers folders sippin bola holdin mad payola
a Coke without the Cola
Me and black don't fake but we might sling one
It no shame in our game we do our thing son

Livin the life, in fast cars
Everywhere we go, people who we are
A team from out of Queens with the american
So we're plottin up a to get the seven figure cream
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Nas
Yo I got, from Italy, smoke 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 who's
My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect
But dough don't me, it got me handcuffed
The rough life, I just be up nights, with scuffed Nike's
Pour my for my peoples under the stairs
These years I got they names in my
Poppin Cristal like it's my first child, shots, holiday style
Steele sweaters, Wallaby down
Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, the arabs
The marriage of me and the mic is just magic
Elegant performance, bubble Lex insurance
Guinness shootin catchin cases concurrent
It's Nas, seven wives, King Solomon size
We on the rise, me and G, ghetto guys
The Frankie Aiel, Bugsy Seagal
Green papers with eagles a tray that's illegal
*singer* you've got to make it happen
Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get this money,
Brother got to make it happen
When you're living in the fast life, heyy yeah
Verse G Rap, Nas
[Rap] my lifestyle's exquisite, yayo like a blizzard
[Nas] It's choir attire standin on ground with one
[Rap] Two players silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers
Lands with namebrand seats reclinin like in spaceships
[Rap] on ice
[Nas] Livin trife, rollin fixed up
[Rap] Gamblin
Handlin stamps
[duo] are sheist
[Nas] My bankrolls, got the cops in plain clothes
[Rap] Tryin to arraign again cause of our fame that's how the game
[Nas]
[Rap] Right out the slammer the fame and glamour
Cookin up grams Arm & Hammer supplyin scramblers in Alabama
[Nas] Rub out faces and leave no
My got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races
us Dom P my cliquo
Dimes with magnifico, puttin in cut inside
Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my for clothes
in Carribean suites, deep, rippin beats flows
[Rap] Aiyyo, we went standin on blocks, without some socks
sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and docks with glocks
and got poppy seed fields with million bills
Packin all the steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield
[Nas] Yeah so a toast to the funds and things
Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried kings

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