Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Life

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

(Pusha T 1
I do for my go-getters, to my O flippers
All my Rose moe sippers, tell the Feds to take pictures
I smile for the camera, my niggas hold keys janitors
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 game no amateur, I come
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 flow untouchable
If you don't believe, homie you sniff me
The scent's still trapped in my
And I just came over the stove so what you wanna spit?

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

(Malice 2)

Word on the street girlfriend, 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
That's right, and gents
money turned rap money, give it a rinse
Next come the cycle
The rims on Benz get more spin than Michael
I leave hoes with an eyeful
Malice be the like the Bible
To the red-bottomed
All they do is stare I'm in a fish bowl
Last and I got the glow
My awaits I got to go

(Chorus)
What yo' paper 'bout? Throw G's up
Show your watch off, roll your up
New plates on it, them keys up
We buy the bar out, drink up
It's the limelight, 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 fast

(Bridge)
Money first, fast cars, out 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 makes them pledge
16s is undefeated, now crown me
It's the all duo, you know
acclaimed, movin' weight like a sumo
On my ditty bop, knitted top
Clipse 3, titled 'Til the Casket

(Malice 4)
And the boy got
is a Rolling 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 just like we ballplayers
And we all up in the
crack to a faults in San Andreas

(Chorus X2)
What yo' paper 'bout? Throw G's up
Show watch off, roll your sleeve up
New plates on it, hold them 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 days, long Vegas nights
We bet it all baby, to the fast life