Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

Kick back, a corona by the poolside
Graduation, welcome to the Good Life
F-ckin' the baddest chicks
Rollin' the coolest guys
Only three that I live by: do or die
When everybody money
Everybody on
All my sellin' 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

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

[Tinie - Verse 1]
Somewhere on the Cayman
I'mma have Rihanna's 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 but I'm never in it
German Autobahns my life why me no limits
I mastered P but I aint No Limit
Ibiza on pj's, M.I.A for those games
Might have your favourite DJ at my B'day
We hard on them weekdays
And then harder on them weekends
Still tryna sleep with my
But she that we be friends

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

[Chorus - J.

2 - Tinie Tempah]
How you supposed to when every door is open for you
All your Polish chauffeurs never 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 cool for these
My wardrobe got a on it
my is 2pac
The good, I have 2 drags
told me don't do that
Old money
For single bit of this new cash
And new cash for me and all my niggas
Big money, footballer
Now I'm tryna every girl in the world
supermodel and all the singers
We all the we're the latest goss'
Bitch, no tequila I the shots
My bank balance Tic Tac Toe
Shit loads of and crosses
I work my socks off, you niggas better 'em up
I've got the baddest bitches they aint good enough
My saving money while we getting wasted
Told them bitches is sweet then let 'em taste it