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 Kool G Rap
Champagne wishes of caviar ?a penis gettin cream?
With sales of fish scales from triple I gleam
Livin the of rowdy packin fifty cali's
Rockin lizard Bally's while we do our deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos me and my dino primo
Pushin beam-o's parlay in Reno with two fly latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff, we mad for seen bad
We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the Queens
Three players gettin papers by the layers
And those that portray us on the block get rocked like
Fakers get used to targets, soon as the dark hits
Front on the drug market, bodies get up in a carpet
Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with
stray pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas
Da leaders, straight crimy in our Giorgio Armani's
You wanna harm me and Nas you gots ta come get through a whole
The celo rollers money sippin bola holdin mad payola
Slangin a Coke without the
Me and black don't jacks but we might sling one
It no shame in our game we do our thing son

Livin the fast life, in cars
Everywhere we go, people who we are
A team from out of Queens with the dream
So we're up a scheme to get the seven figure cream
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Nas
Yo I got, guns Italy, smoke trees, considerably
Mid-state and it seems, is where all my niggaz be
The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor
A perpendicular, angle of the war
Police searchin up my Lex over who's
My tech straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though
But dough don't respect me, it got me
The life, I just be up nights, breathin with scuffed Nike's
my beers for my peoples under the stairs
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 magic
Elegant performance, bubble Lex full
Guzzlin shootin catchin cases concurrent
Nas, seven hundred wives, King Solomon size
We on the rise, me and G, wise guys
The Frankie Aiel, Bugsy Seagal
Green papers with eagles from a tray that's
*singer* you've got to make it happen
Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get money, yeahhh
Brother you've got to make it
When you're living in the life, heyy yeah yeah
Three: G Rap, Nas
[Rap] Aiyyo my exquisite, yayo 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 reclinin like in spaceships
Bodies on ice
[Nas] Livin trife, rollin up dice
[Rap] Gamblin
[Nas] Handlin
Moves 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]
Right out the slammer with the fame and glamour
Cookin up grams Arm & Hammer supplyin scramblers in Alabama
[Nas] Rub out faces and leave no
My got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races
us Dom P my cliquo
Dimes with magnifico, puttin in cut ?perico?
for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes
in Carribean suites, deep, rippin beats flows
[Rap] Aiyyo, we went standin on blocks, without some socks
sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat docks glocks
and got poppy fields with million dollar bills
Packin all the steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield
[Nas] Yeah so here's a toast to the and things
Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with

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