Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Life

(Bridge)
I can show you what my like
Money first, fast cars, out come the chicks of panties and Bras
on
I said on

(Pusha T 1
I do for my go-getters, to my O flippers
All my Rose moe sippers, tell the to take more pictures
I smile for the camera, my niggas hold keys like
Throw D's on that bitch, her tits like Pamela's
Spend a whole day tryin' to all my stamina
that still got more for Tamara
Pusha's sex game no amateur, I come
J Rule damaged the scene, the coupe got a mind of own Like Christine
the block, half past grind mutherucker be the time On the watch
What you do with me, King Powder flow untouchable
If you don't believe, then homie you me
The scent's trapped in my clothes
And I just came over the stove so what you wanna spit?

(Chorus)
What yo' paper Throw them G's up
your watch off, roll your sleeve up
New plates on it, hold keys up
We buy the bar out, drink up
the limelight, it's the car show
She wanna joy see how fast the car go
Hot summer days, long Vegas
We bet it all baby, welcome to the life

(Malice 2)

Word on the girlfriend, he's stingy
Yeah, rare like Da Vinci, to the ceiling
I'm dreaming, somebody me
My presence is an event, the party don't start until let us in
That's right, ladies and
Coke money turned rap money, give it a
Next the spin cycle
The rims on that Benz get more spin Michael
I leave hoes with an eyeful
Malice be the truth the Bible
To the souls
All they do is stare I'm in a fish bowl
Last and I got the glow
My public I got to go

(Chorus)
yo' paper 'bout? Throw them G's up
Show your off, roll your sleeve up
New plates on it, hold them up
We buy the bar out, baby up
the limelight, it's the car show
She wanna joy ride see how the car go
Hot summer days, Vegas nights
We bet it all baby, welcome to the fast

(Bridge)
Money first, cars, out come the chicks of they panties and Bras
on
I come on

(Pusha T 3)
I 3D it, if I say it you can see it
No red and blue needed
The red, white, and blues in the makes them pledge Allegiance
These 16s is undefeated, now me
the all mighty duo, you know
Critically acclaimed, weight like a sumo
On my ditty bop, playcloths top
Clipse 3, titled the Casket Drops

(Malice 4)
And the boy got
Pop's is a Rolling STone I'm Jagger
Don't wanna up the chrome but might hafta
Anyone think he gonna dethrone the
chapter, us out in Vegas
Breakin' the bank just we ballplayers
And we all up in the
Pushin' crack to a in San Andreas

(Chorus X2)
yo' paper 'bout? Throw them G's up
Show your watch off, roll your up
New plates on it, hold keys up
We buy the bar out, baby up
It's the limelight, it's the car
She wanna joy see how fast the car go
Hot days, long Vegas nights
We bet it all baby, welcome to the life