Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

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

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

[Tinie Tempah - 1]
Somewhere on the Islands
I'mma have Rihanna's listening to Razor
Feisty Swedish girls she should take a flight
I made it this far, be afraid of heights
Unimportant calls are costing me a pound a
The England but I'm never in it
German my life that's why me no limits
I mastered P but I with No Limit
on pj's, M.I.A for those Heat games
Might have favourite European DJ at my B'day
We party hard on them
And then party on them weekends
Still tryna with my ex-girl
But she adamant we be friends

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

[Chorus - J.

2 - Tinie Tempah]
How you supposed to feel when door is open 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 straight
Ask GQ and Q Mag
I'm too for these douchebags
My got a bandana on it
my is 2pac
The weeds good, I 2 drags
told me don't do that
Old mentality
For every bit of this new cash
And new cash for me and all my niggas
Big money, footballer
Now I'm tryna f-ck girl in the world
Every and all the singers
We all the rage the latest goss'
Bitch, no I call the shots
My bank like Tic Tac Toe
Shit of noughts and crosses
I work my socks off, you niggas better 'em up
got the baddest bitches thinking they aint good enough
My accountant saving money while we getting
them bitches life is sweet then let 'em taste it