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
Verse One: G Rap
wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis gettin cream?
With sales of scales from triple beams I gleam
Livin the live of packin fifty cali's
Rockin lizard Bally's while we do our drug deal in a alley
Up in casinos just me and my dino
beam-o's 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
Three major players gettin by the layers
And those that us on the block 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 beat us we got with heaters
that'll stray pop and put more 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 rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola
Slangin a Coke the Cola
Me and black don't fake jacks but we 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 from out of Queens with the american dream
So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure
(repeat 2X)
Verse 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
Police searchin up my Lex who's petrol
My tech straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though
But don't respect me, it got me handcuffed
The life, I just be up nights, breathin with scuffed Nike's
Pour my beers for my peoples under the
These I got they names in my swears
Poppin Cristal it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style
Steele sweaters, Wallaby down
Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the
The marriage of me and the mic is just like
Elegant performance, bubble Lex insurance
Guzzlin Guinness catchin cases concurrent
It's Nas, seven wives, King Solomon size
We on the rise, me and G, ghetto guys
The luciano Aiel, Bugsy Seagal
papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal
*singer* Brother you've got to it happen
Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get money, yeahhh
Brother you've got to it happen
When you're living in the fast life, heyy yeah
Three: G Rap, Nas
[Rap] Aiyyo my lifestyle's exquisite, like a blizzard
[Nas] choir attire standin on ground with one pivot
[Rap] Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like
[Nas] Lands with namebrand seats reclinin in spaceships
Bodies on ice
[Nas] Livin trife, fixed up dice
Gamblin Grants
[Nas] stamps
[duo] are sheist
[Nas] My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain
[Rap] to arraign 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 & supplyin scramblers in Alabama
[Nas] Rub out faces and no traces
My got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races
Servin us Dom P my
with magnifico, puttin in cut inside ?perico?
Heat for foes, shoppin sprees my fleet for clothes
in Carribean suites, deep, rippin beats flows
[Rap] Aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without some
sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat docks with
and got poppy seed fields million dollar bills
Packin all the 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 same again with variations to fade, mostly "I" for "you*