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 Kool G Rap
Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis cream?
With sales of fish scales from triple beams I
Livin the live of rowdy fifty cali's
Rockin lizard Bally's while we do our drug in a dark alley
Up in casinos just me and my 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 milli dashin out on the Queens half
major players gettin papers by the layers
And those portray us on the block get rocked like Domateus
get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits
Front on the drug market, get rolled up in a carpet
Those that cheat us try to us we got hookers with heaters
that'll stray pop and put 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 a whole army
The rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola
Slangin a Coke 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, know who we are
A team from out of Queens with the dream
So we're plottin up a scheme to get the figure cream
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Nas
Yo I got, guns from Italy, trees, considerably
Mid-state and Green it seems, is all my niggaz be
The ghetto misery, and liquor stores
A perpendicular, of the clout war
searchin up my Lex over who's petrol
My blows 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, breathin with Nike's
my beers for my peoples under the stairs
These years I got they in my swears
Poppin Cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, style
Rockin Steele sweaters, Wallaby
Twenty-four carats, cabbage, like the arabs
The marriage of me and the mic is like magic
Elegant performance, Lex full insurance
Guinness shootin catchin cases concurrent
It's Nas, seven hundred wives, King Solomon
We on the rise, me and G, ghetto guys
The Frankie Aiel, Bugsy Seagal
Green papers with eagles from a tray illegal
*singer* Brother got to make it happen
Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get money, yeahhh
you've got to make it happen
When you're living in the life, heyy yeah yeah
Three: G Rap, Nas
[Rap] Aiyyo my lifestyle's exquisite, yayo a blizzard
[Nas] It's choir attire standin on ground with one
[Rap] Two rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers
[Nas] Lands with seats reclinin like in spaceships
Bodies on ice
[Nas] Livin trife, fixed up dice
Gamblin Grants
[Nas] stamps
[duo] are sheist
[Nas] My bankrolls, got the cops in plain clothes
[Rap] Tryin to again cause of our fame that's how the game goes
True
[Rap] Right out the slammer with the fame and
Cookin up grams with Arm & Hammer scramblers in Alabama
[Nas] Rub out faces and leave no
My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the races
Servin us Dom P my
Dimes with magnifico, in cut inside ?perico?
Heat for foes, sprees with my fleet for clothes
in Carribean suites, deep, rippin with flows
[Rap] Aiyyo, we from standin on blocks, without some socks
sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat with glocks
and got poppy fields with million dollar bills
Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real the battlefield
[Nas] Yeah so here's a to the funds and things
Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried kings

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