Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Life

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

(Pusha T 1
I do for my go-getters, to my O flippers
All my moe sippers, tell the Feds to take more pictures
I smile for the camera, my niggas hold like janitors
Throw D's on that bitch, bought her tits Pamela's
Spend a whole day tryin' to all my stamina
Never that still got for Tamara
sex game no amateur, I come clean
J Rule damaged the scene, the coupe got a mind of it's own Like
Murderin' the block, past grind mutherucker be the time On the watch
What you do with me, King Powder flow untouchable
If you don't believe, then you sniff me
The still trapped in my clothes
And I just came from over the stove so what you spit?

(Chorus)
What yo' paper 'bout? Throw G's up
Show your watch off, roll sleeve up
New plates on it, hold keys 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, Vegas nights
We bet it all baby, to the fast life

(Malice 2)

Word on the girlfriend, he's stingy
Yeah, rare like Da Vinci, collars to the
I'm dreaming, somebody me
My presence is an event, the party start until they let us in
right, ladies and gents
Coke money turned rap money, give it a
Next the spin cycle
The rims on that Benz get more spin than
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 drag and I got the
My public I got to go

(Chorus)
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, it's the car
She wanna joy ride see how the car go
Hot summer days, long Vegas
We bet it all baby, to the fast life

(Bridge)
Money first, fast cars, out come the chicks of 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 lenses
The red, white, and blues in the chains makes them pledge
These 16s is undefeated, now me
the all mighty duo, you know
Critically acclaimed, weight like a sumo
On my ditty bop, knitted top
3, titled 'Til the Casket Drops

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

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