Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Life

(Bridge)
I can show you what my paper
Money first, cars, out come the chicks of they 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, tell the Feds to more pictures
I smile for the camera, my niggas hold like janitors
Throw D's on bitch, bought her tits like Pamela's
a whole day tryin' to take all my stamina
Never still got more for Tamara
Pusha's sex game no amateur, I clean
J Rule damaged the scene, the coupe got a of it's own Like Christine
the block, half past grind mutherucker be the time On the watch
What you wanna do with me, King Powder flow
If you believe, then homie you sniff me
The still trapped in my clothes
And I just came from over the 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, hold 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, Vegas nights
We bet it all baby, to the fast life

(Malice 2)

Word on the girlfriend, he's stingy
Yeah, like Da Vinci, collars to the ceiling
I'm dreaming, somebody me
My presence is an event, the don't 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 Benz get more spin than Michael
I leave them with an eyeful
Malice be the truth the Bible
To the souls
All do is stare like I'm in a fish bowl
drag and I got the glow
My awaits I got to go

(Chorus)
yo' paper 'bout? Throw them G's up
Show your watch off, roll 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 blue needed
The red, white, and blues in the chains makes pledge Allegiance
16s is undefeated, now crown me
It's the all 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 Rolling STone I'm Mick
Don't wanna up the chrome but might hafta
think he gonna dethrone the rapper
Next chapter, us out in
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 sleeve up
New on it, hold them keys up
We buy the bar out, drink up
It's the limelight, it's the car
She wanna joy see how fast the car go
Hot summer days, long nights
We bet it all baby, to the fast life