Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

Kick back, sippin' a by the poolside
Bumpin' Graduation, welcome to the Life
F-ckin' with the baddest
Rollin' with the guys
Only words that I live by: do or die
When everybody making
gettin' on
All my sellin' drugs
I'll be happy selling
Life came at a price, I put my on
And did it til it's going going gone

[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
F-ck it, you can do whatever you
Someone 'em I'm gone
Eh, someone tell 'em I'm
If you're not down, be missing this life
And if you with me, see you on the side
someone 'em I'm gone

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

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

[Chorus - J.

[Verse 2 - Tempah]
How you supposed to feel when every door is for you
All your Polish chauffeurs ever spoken to you
I on stage, I set the pace
Done a couple girl songs to set the record
Ask GQ and Q Mag
I'm too cool for these
My got a bandana on it
my is 2pac
The weeds good, I 2 drags
Mamma told me do that
Old mentality
For every single bit of new cash
And new cash for me and all my niggas
Big money, figures
Now I'm tryna f-ck every in the world
Every supermodel and all the
We all the rage the latest goss'
Bitch, no tequila I the shots
My balance like Tic Tac Toe
loads of noughts and crosses
I work my socks off, you niggas pull 'em up
I've got the baddest thinking they aint good enough
My accountant money while we getting wasted
them bitches life is sweet then let 'em taste it