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 hits for my go-getters, to my O
All my Rose moe sippers, the Feds 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
Never that got more for Tamara
sex game no amateur, I come clean
J Rule damaged the scene, the coupe got a mind of it's own Christine
Murderin' the block, half past grind be the time On the watch
What you wanna do with me, King flow untouchable
If you believe, then homie you sniff me
The scent's still in my clothes
And I just came over the stove so what you wanna spit?

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

(Malice 2)

Word on the street girlfriend, he's
Yeah, rare Da Vinci, collars to the ceiling
I'm dreaming, pinch me
My presence is an event, the party don't until they let us in
right, ladies and gents
Coke money turned rap money, it a rinse
come the spin cycle
The rims on Benz get more spin than Michael
I them hoes with an eyeful
Malice be the truth like the
To the souls
All they do is stare like I'm in a fish
Last drag and I got the
My awaits I got to go

(Chorus)
What yo' paper 'bout? them G's up
Show your watch off, your sleeve up
New plates on it, hold them up
We buy the bar out, drink up
It's the limelight, it's the car
She joy ride see how fast the car go
Hot summer days, long nights
We bet it all baby, to the fast life

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

(Pusha T 3)
I 3D it, if I say it you can see it
No red and lenses needed
The red, white, and blues in the chains makes pledge Allegiance
These 16s is undefeated, now me
It's the all mighty duo, you
acclaimed, movin' weight like a sumo
On my ditty bop, knitted top
Clipse 3, 'Til the Casket Drops

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

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