Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Life

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

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

(Chorus)
What yo' paper 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
It's the limelight, the car show
She wanna joy see how fast the car go
Hot summer days, long Vegas
We bet it all baby, to the fast life

(Malice 2)

Word on the girlfriend, he's stingy
Yeah, rare Da Vinci, collars to the ceiling
I'm dreaming, pinch me
My presence is an event, the party don't start they let us in
That's right, ladies and
Coke money turned rap money, it a rinse
Next come the spin
The rims on that Benz get more spin Michael
I leave them hoes an eyeful
be the truth like the Bible
To the souls
All they do is like 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 watch off, roll sleeve up
New on it, hold them keys up
We buy the bar out, baby up
the limelight, it's the car show
She wanna joy see how fast the car go
Hot summer days, Vegas nights
We bet it all baby, to the fast life

(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 lenses needed
The red, white, and blues in the chains them pledge Allegiance
16s is undefeated, now crown me
It's the all duo, you know
Critically acclaimed, movin' weight like a
On my ditty bop, knitted top
Clipse 3, titled the Casket Drops

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

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