Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Life

The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole
Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A.
We gotta set our own market, and it
Verse Kool G Rap
Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis gettin
With sales of fish scales from triple I gleam
Livin the live of rowdy fifty cali's
Rockin lizard Bally's while we do our deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos just me and my primo
Pushin beam-o's then parlay in Reno two fly latinos
Nas, he the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad
We've seen a a milli dashin out there on the Queens 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 cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters
that'll stray pop and put more shells in top than Adidas
Da leaders, lookin straight in our Giorgio Armani's
You wanna harm me and Nas you gots ta come get through a whole
The celo rollers money folders bola holdin mad payola
Slangin a Coke without the
Me and black don't 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, people who we are
A team out of Queens with the american dream
So we're plottin up a to get the seven figure cream
(repeat 2X)
Two: Nas Escobar
Yo I got, from Italy, smoke trees, considerably
Mid-state and it seems, is where all my niggaz be
The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor
A perpendicular, of the clout war
searchin up my Lex over who's petrol
My tech blows straight off the and tests yo' respect though
But don't respect me, it got me handcuffed
The rough life, I just be up nights, breathin with Nike's
Pour my beers for my under the stairs
These I got they names in my swears
Poppin Cristal it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style
Rockin Steele sweaters, Wallaby
carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs
The of me and the mic is just like magic
performance, bubble Lex full insurance
Guzzlin Guinness shootin catchin cases
It's Nas, seven hundred wives, King Solomon
We on the rise, me and G, ghetto wise
The luciano Frankie Aiel, Bugsy
Green papers with eagles from a that's illegal
Brother you've got to make it happen
Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get this money,
Brother got to make it happen
When you're living in the life, heyy yeah yeah
Verse G Rap, Nas
[Rap] Aiyyo my lifestyle's exquisite, yayo a blizzard
It's choir attire standin on ground with one pivot
[Rap] Two players rockin silk blazers and like glaciers
[Nas] Lands with seats reclinin like in spaceships
Bodies on ice
[Nas] Livin trife, rollin fixed up
[Rap] Grants
[Nas] stamps
Moves are sheist
[Nas] My bankrolls, got the comin in plain clothes
[Rap] to arraign again cause of our fame that's how the game goes
[Nas]
[Rap] Right out the slammer with the and glamour
Cookin up grams with Arm & Hammer supplyin scramblers in
Rub out faces and leave no traces
My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the races
us Dom P my cliquo
Dimes with magnifico, in cut inside ?perico?
Heat for foes, sprees with my fleet for clothes
in Carribean suites, deep, rippin beats flows
[Rap] Aiyyo, we from standin on blocks, without some socks
sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat docks glocks
and got poppy seed fields with dollar bills
all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield
[Nas] so here's a toast to the funds and things
Gun smokes in rings, is buried with kings

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