Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

Kick back, sippin' a corona by the
Bumpin' Graduation, to the Good Life
F-ckin' the baddest chicks
with the coolest guys
Only three words I live by: do or die
When everybody money
Everybody on
All my niggas drugs
I'll be happy selling
Life at a price, I put my money on
And did it til it's going going gone

[Chorus - J.
I was working never knowing at the shift
Congratulated me with a paid
Was it hard, did I fall, I did
But I got the scars made me this rich (Yeah)
And all I'm doing now is giving you a of my life (yeah)
So you can tell before you it
F-ck it, you can do whatever you
tell 'em I'm gone
Eh, tell '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 'em I'm gone

[Tinie Tempah - 1]
Somewhere on the Islands
have Rihanna's listening to Razor light
Feisty girls suggesting she should take a flight
I made it far, can't be afraid of heights
Unimportant calls are costing me a a minute
The England but I'm never in it
Autobahns my life that's why me no limits
I mastered P but I aint 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 harder on them weekends
tryna sleep with my ex-girl
But she that we be friends

And I'm too smart for these bitches
Too young for these grey
Too immature for these fast
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 high

- J. Warner]

[Verse 2 - Tinie
How you supposed to when every door is open for you
All your Polish chauffeurs ever spoken to you
I step on stage, I set the
a couple girl 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 have 2
Mamma me don't 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 girl in the
supermodel and all the singers
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 my socks off, you niggas better pull 'em up
I've got the baddest thinking they aint good enough
My accountant money while we getting wasted
Told them bitches is sweet then let 'em taste it