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 come 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, bought her tits Pamela's
a whole day tryin' to take all my stamina
Never that still got for Tamara
Pusha's sex no amateur, I come clean
J Rule damaged the scene, the coupe got a mind of it's own Christine
Murderin' the block, half grind mutherucker be the time On the watch
What you do with me, King Powder flow untouchable
If you don't believe, homie you sniff me
The scent's still in my clothes
And I just came from over the so what you wanna spit?

(Chorus)
What yo' '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 wanna joy see how fast the car go
Hot days, long Vegas nights
We bet it all baby, welcome to the fast

(Malice 2)

Word on the street girlfriend, stingy
Yeah, rare like Da Vinci, collars to the
I'm dreaming, pinch me
My presence is an event, the party don't start until let us in
That's right, ladies and
Coke money rap money, give it a rinse
Next come the spin
The rims on Benz get more spin than Michael
I leave hoes with an eyeful
Malice be the like 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 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 joy ride see how fast the car go
Hot days, long Vegas nights
We bet it all baby, welcome to the fast

(Bridge)
Money first, fast cars, out come the chicks of they 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
16s is undefeated, now crown me
It's the all duo, you know
acclaimed, movin' weight like a sumo
On my bop, playcloths knitted top
Clipse 3, 'Til the Casket Drops

(Malice 4)
And the boy got
Pop's is a Rolling STone I'm Mick
Don't wanna pick up the chrome but might
Anyone think he gonna dethrone the
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)
What yo' paper 'bout? them G's up
Show watch off, roll your 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 wanna joy see how fast the car go
Hot summer days, long Vegas
We bet it all baby, welcome to the fast