Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

Kick back, sippin' a by the poolside
Bumpin' Graduation, to the Good Life
F-ckin' the baddest chicks
Rollin' with the guys
three words that I live by: do or die
When making money
gettin' on
All my niggas sellin'
be happy selling songs
Life at a price, I put my money on
And did it til it's going gone ma'f-cka

[Chorus - J.
I was never knowing at the graveyard shift
Congratulated me with a hardship
Was it hard, did I fall, I did
But I got the that made me this rich (Yeah)
And all I'm now is giving you a page of my life (yeah)
So you can before you hold it
it, you can do whatever you like
Someone 'em I'm gone
Eh, someone 'em I'm gone
If you're not down, you'll be missing life
And if you with me, see you on the other
someone tell 'em I'm

Tempah - Verse 1]
Somewhere on the Cayman
I'mma have Rihanna's listening to light
Feisty Swedish girls she should take a flight
I it this far, can't be afraid of heights
Unimportant calls are me a pound a minute
The jurisdiction's but I'm never in it
Autobahns my life that's why me no limits
I mastered P but I aint No Limit
Ibiza on pj's, M.I.A for those Heat
Might have favourite European DJ at my B'day
We hard on them weekdays
And then party harder on weekends
Still tryna with my ex-girl
But she that we be friends

And I'm too smart for dumb bitches
Too for these grey hairs
Too immature for these cars
I push a button, shit change
And I'm twisted them Martini's
Faded off Mai Tai
Why the hell should you be sober when you've been living that life

[Chorus - J.

2 - Tinie Tempah]
How you supposed to feel when every door is for you
All your Polish chauffeurs never spoken to you
I step on stage, I set the
Done a girl songs to set the record straight
Ask GQ and Q Mag
I'm too for these douchebags
My wardrobe got a on it
Cause my is
The weeds good, I 2 drags
Mamma told me don't do
Old money
For every bit of this new cash
And new cash for me and all my niggas
Big money, footballer
Now I'm f-ck every girl in the world
Every supermodel and all the
We all the we're the latest goss'
Bitch, no tequila I the shots
My bank balance Tic Tac Toe
loads of noughts and crosses
I work my socks off, you niggas better 'em up
I've got the baddest bitches they aint good enough
My accountant saving money while we getting
Told them bitches is sweet then let 'em taste it