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
One: Kool G Rap
Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a gettin cream?
With sales of fish from triple beams 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 then parlay in Reno with two fly latinos
Nas, he the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad
We've seen a half a dashin out there on the Queens half
Three major players gettin by the layers
And those that portray us on the block get rocked like
Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the hits
Front on the drug market, bodies get 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 crimy in our Armani's
You wanna harm me and Nas you gots ta come get through a army
The celo rollers money folders sippin bola mad payola
a Coke without the Cola
Me and black fake jacks but we might sling one
It ain't no shame in our we do our thing son

Livin the fast life, in fast
Everywhere we go, know who we are
A team from out of Queens the american dream
So we're plottin up a to get the seven figure cream
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Nas
Yo I got, guns from Italy, smoke trees,
Mid-state and Green it seems, is where all my be
The ghetto misery, and liquor stores
A perpendicular, angle of the war
Police searchin up my Lex who's petrol
My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect
But dough don't respect me, it got me
The life, I just be up nights, breathin with scuffed Nike's
Pour my beers for my peoples the stairs
These I got they names in my swears
Cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style
Rockin Steele sweaters, Wallaby
Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, the arabs
The marriage of me and the mic is like magic
performance, bubble Lex full insurance
Guzzlin shootin catchin cases concurrent
It's Nas, seven hundred wives, Solomon size
We on the rise, me and G, wise guys
The luciano Frankie Aiel, Bugsy
papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal
*singer* Brother got to make it happen
Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get this money,
Brother got to make it happen
When you're 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 rockin silk blazers and diamonds like
[Nas] Lands with namebrand seats reclinin in spaceships
Bodies on ice
[Nas] trife, rollin fixed up dice
[Rap] Gamblin
[Nas] 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 goes
[Nas]
[Rap] Right out the slammer with the fame and
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 fleet for
in Carribean suites, deep, rippin with flows
[Rap] Aiyyo, we went standin on blocks, without some socks
rocks, to pickin up stock and boat docks with glocks
and got poppy seed fields with dollar bills
all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield
[Nas] Yeah so here's a toast to the funds and
Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried kings

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