Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

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

- J. Warner]
I was working knowing at the graveyard shift
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 doing now is you a page of my life (yeah)
So you can tell before you it
F-ck it, you can do whatever you
Someone tell 'em I'm
Eh, someone tell 'em I'm
If not down, you'll be missing this life
And if you me, see you on the other side
tell 'em I'm gone

[Tinie - Verse 1]
on the Cayman Islands
I'mma have Rihanna's listening to Razor
Feisty Swedish girls suggesting she take a flight
I made it this far, be afraid of heights
Unimportant calls are me a pound 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 with No
Ibiza on pj's, M.I.A for those Heat
Might have your favourite European DJ at my
We party on them weekdays
And party harder on them weekends
Still tryna sleep with my
But she adamant we be friends

And I'm too smart for dumb bitches
Too young for these grey
Too immature for these cars
I push a button, shit change
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

- J. Warner]

[Verse 2 - Tinie
How you supposed to feel every door is open for you
All Polish chauffeurs never ever 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 cool for these
My got a bandana 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 this new cash for me and all my
Big money, footballer
Now I'm tryna f-ck every in the world
Every and all the singers
We all the rage we're the goss'
Bitch, no tequila I the shots
My bank balance Tic Tac Toe
Shit of noughts and crosses
I work my socks off, you niggas pull 'em up
I've got the baddest bitches thinking they aint enough
My accountant saving money we getting wasted
Told them life is sweet then let 'em taste it