Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

Kick back, sippin' a by the poolside
Graduation, welcome to the Good Life
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
I'll be selling songs
came at a price, I put my money on
And did it til going going gone ma'f-cka

- J. Warner]
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 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 tell 'em I'm
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
tell 'em I'm gone

[Tinie - Verse 1]
on the Cayman Islands
I'mma Rihanna's listening to Razor light
Feisty girls suggesting she should take a flight
I made it this far, can't be of heights
calls are costing me a pound a minute
The jurisdiction's England but I'm in it
German Autobahns my life that's why me no
I P but I aint with No Limit
on pj's, M.I.A for those Heat games
Might have your European DJ at my B'day
We party on them weekdays
And then party harder on weekends
Still tryna with my ex-girl
But she adamant we be friends

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

- J. Warner]

[Verse 2 - Tempah]
How you supposed to feel when every door is for you
All your chauffeurs never ever spoken to you
I on stage, I set the pace
Done a couple songs to set the record straight
Ask GQ and Q Mag
I'm too for these douchebags
My wardrobe got a on it
my is 2pac
The weeds good, I 2 drags
Mamma told me do that
Old money
For every single bit of new cash
And new cash for me and all my niggas
Big money, figures
Now I'm tryna every girl in the world
Every supermodel and all the
We all the rage the latest goss'
Bitch, no I call the shots
My bank balance Tic Tac Toe
Shit of noughts and crosses
I work my socks off, you better pull 'em up
I've got the baddest bitches thinking they aint enough
My accountant money while we getting wasted
Told them bitches life is sweet let 'em taste it