Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Life

(Bridge)
I can you what my paper like
Money first, fast cars, out come the chicks of 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 more
I for the camera, my niggas hold keys like janitors
Throw D's on bitch, bought her tits like Pamela's
a whole day tryin' to take all my stamina
Never that got more for Tamara
sex game no amateur, I come clean
J Rule the scene, the coupe got a mind of it's own Like Christine
Murderin' the block, half past mutherucker be the time On the watch
What you wanna do with me, Powder flow untouchable
If you don't believe, homie you sniff me
The scent's trapped in my clothes
And I just came from the stove so what you wanna spit?

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

(Malice 2)

Word on the street girlfriend, he's
Yeah, rare like Da Vinci, collars to the
I'm dreaming, somebody me
My presence is an event, the party don't start they let us in
That's right, and gents
Coke money turned rap money, it a rinse
Next come the spin
The rims on that get more spin than Michael
I leave them hoes with an
be the truth like the Bible
To the souls
All do is stare like I'm in a fish bowl
Last and I got the glow
My public I got to go

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

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

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

(Chorus X2)
What yo' paper 'bout? 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, it's the car
She wanna joy ride see how the car go
Hot days, long Vegas nights
We bet it all baby, welcome to the life