Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Life

(Bridge)
I can show you what my like
Money first, fast cars, out the chicks 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 more pictures
I smile for the camera, my niggas hold like janitors
D's on that bitch, bought her tits like Pamela's
Spend a day tryin' to take all my stamina
Never that got more for Tamara
Pusha's sex game no amateur, I clean
J damaged 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, King flow untouchable
If you don't believe, then homie you me
The scent's still trapped in my
And I just came from over the stove so you wanna spit?

(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
It's the limelight, the car show
She joy ride see how fast the car go
Hot summer days, long Vegas
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 they let us in
That's right, ladies and
Coke turned rap money, give it a rinse
Next the spin cycle
The rims on that Benz get spin than Michael
I leave them with an eyeful
Malice be the truth the Bible
To the red-bottomed
All they do is stare like I'm in a fish
drag and I got the glow
My public I got to go

(Chorus)
What yo' paper Throw them G's up
Show your watch off, roll your up
New plates on it, them keys up
We buy the bar out, baby 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, to the fast life

(Bridge)
Money first, fast cars, out come the of they panties and Bras
on
I said on

(Pusha T 3)
I 3D it, if I say it you can see it
No red and blue lenses
The red, white, and blues in the chains makes 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, playcloths top
Clipse 3, titled 'Til the Drops

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

(Chorus X2)
What yo' paper 'bout? Throw G's up
your watch off, roll your 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, long nights
We bet it all baby, welcome to the fast