Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Life

(Bridge)
I can show you what my paper
Money first, fast cars, out come the chicks of they 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 Feds to take more
I smile for the camera, my niggas hold like janitors
Throw D's on that bitch, bought her tits Pamela's
Spend a day tryin' to take all my stamina
Never still got more for Tamara
sex game no amateur, I come clean
J Rule damaged the scene, the got a mind of it's own Like Christine
Murderin' the block, half past mutherucker be the time On the watch
you wanna do with me, King Powder flow untouchable
If you don't believe, then 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' 'bout? Throw them G's up
your watch off, roll your sleeve 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, long nights
We bet it all baby, welcome to the fast

(Malice 2)

Word on the girlfriend, he's stingy
Yeah, rare like Da Vinci, to the ceiling
I'm dreaming, pinch me
My is an event, the party don't start until they let us in
That's right, ladies and
Coke money turned rap money, it a rinse
Next the spin cycle
The rims on that Benz get more than Michael
I leave them hoes an eyeful
Malice be the like the Bible
To the souls
All do is stare like I'm in a fish bowl
Last drag and I got the
My public I got to go

(Chorus)
yo' paper 'bout? Throw them G's up
Show your watch off, roll your up
New plates on it, hold keys up
We buy the bar out, drink 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, 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 them pledge
These 16s is undefeated, now me
It's the all duo, you know
acclaimed, movin' weight like a sumo
On my bop, playcloths knitted top
Clipse 3, titled 'Til the Casket

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

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