Luyện nghe bài hát Fast Life

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

(Pusha T 1
I do hits for my go-getters, to my O
All my Rose moe sippers, the Feds to take more pictures
I for the camera, my niggas hold keys like janitors
D's on that bitch, bought her tits like Pamela's
Spend a whole day to take all my stamina
Never that still got for Tamara
Pusha's sex no amateur, I come clean
J damaged the scene, the coupe got a mind of it's own Like Christine
Murderin' the block, half past grind mutherucker be the On the watch
What you wanna do with me, King flow untouchable
If you don't believe, then homie you me
The scent's trapped in my clothes
And I just came from over the so what you wanna spit?

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

(Malice 2)

Word on the street girlfriend, he's
Yeah, rare Da Vinci, collars to the ceiling
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 cycle
The rims on that Benz get more than Michael
I leave them hoes with an
Malice be the like the Bible
To the souls
All they do is stare like I'm in a bowl
drag and I got the glow
My awaits I got to go

(Chorus)
yo' paper 'bout? Throw 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, 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

(Bridge)
Money first, cars, out come the chicks 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 them pledge
These 16s is undefeated, now me
It's the all mighty duo, you
Critically acclaimed, weight like a sumo
On my ditty bop, playcloths top
Clipse 3, titled 'Til the Casket

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

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