Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Life

The time has come, we gotta expand, the operation
Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A.
We gotta set our own market, and it
One: Kool G Rap
Champagne of caviar dreams ?a penis gettin cream?
With sales of scales from triple beams I gleam
Livin the of rowdy packin fifty cali's
Rockin Bally's while we do our drug deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos just me and my primo
Pushin beam-o's parlay in Reno with two fly latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for bad
We've seen a half a milli out there on the Queens half
Three major gettin papers by the layers
And those that portray us on the get rocked like Domateus
Fakers get used to targets, soon as the dark hits
Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a
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 crimy in our Giorgio Armani's
You harm me and Nas you gots ta come get through a whole army
The celo rollers money folders sippin holdin mad payola
Slangin a Coke without the
Me and black don't fake jacks but we sling one
It ain't no shame in our game we do our son

Livin the fast life, in 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 figure cream
(repeat 2X)
Two: Nas Escobar
Yo I got, guns Italy, smoke trees, considerably
Mid-state and Green it seems, is all my niggaz be
The ghetto misery, and liquor stores
A perpendicular, angle of the war
Police up my Lex over who's petrol
My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' though
But dough don't me, it got me handcuffed
The rough life, I just be up nights, breathin scuffed Nike's
Pour my for my peoples under the stairs
These I got they names in my swears
Poppin Cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday
Rockin sweaters, Wallaby down
Twenty-four carats, cabbage, like the arabs
The marriage of me and the mic is like magic
performance, bubble Lex full insurance
Guzzlin Guinness catchin cases concurrent
It's Nas, seven wives, King Solomon size
We on the rise, me and G, wise guys
The luciano Frankie Aiel, Bugsy
Green papers with eagles from a that's illegal
*singer* Brother you've got to make it
Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get this money,
Brother got to make it happen
you're living in the fast life, heyy yeah yeah
Verse G Rap, Nas
[Rap] Aiyyo my lifestyle's exquisite, like a blizzard
[Nas] It's choir attire on ground with one pivot
[Rap] Two rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers
[Nas] Lands with namebrand seats reclinin like in
[Rap] on ice
[Nas] trife, rollin fixed up dice
Gamblin Grants
[Nas] stamps
[duo] Moves are
[Nas] My bankrolls, got the cops comin in clothes
[Rap] to arraign again cause of our fame that's how the game goes
[Nas]
[Rap] Right out the slammer the fame and glamour
Cookin up grams with Arm & supplyin scramblers in Alabama
[Nas] Rub out faces and no traces
My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse
Servin us Dom P my
Dimes magnifico, puttin in cut inside ?perico?
for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes
in Carribean suites, deep, beats with flows
[Rap] Aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, some socks
sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat with glocks
and got poppy seed with million dollar bills
all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield
[Nas] Yeah so here's a toast to the and things
Gun in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

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