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 that I by: do or die
When making money
gettin' on
All my sellin' drugs
I'll be happy selling
Life came at a price, I put my on
And did it til it's going going gone

[Chorus - J.
I was working never knowing at the shift
Congratulated me a paid hardship
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 giving you a of my life (yeah)
So you can tell you hold it
F-ck it, you can do you like
Someone tell 'em I'm
Eh, someone 'em I'm gone
If you're not down, you'll be this life
And if you with me, see you on the side
someone 'em I'm gone

Tempah - Verse 1]
Somewhere on the Cayman
I'mma have Rihanna's listening to Razor
Feisty Swedish 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
German Autobahns my life that's why me no
I mastered P but I with No Limit
on pj's, M.I.A for those Heat games
Might have your European DJ at my B'day
We party hard on weekdays
And party harder on them weekends
tryna sleep with my ex-girl
But she adamant that we be

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

[Chorus - J.

[Verse 2 - Tinie
How you to feel when every door is open for you
All your Polish never ever spoken to you
I on stage, I set the pace
a couple girl songs to set the record straight
Ask GQ and Q Mag
I'm too cool for douchebags
My wardrobe got a on it
my is 2pac
The good, I have 2 drags
told me don't do that
Old mentality
For every single bit of new cash
And this new for me and all my niggas
Big money, footballer
Now I'm tryna f-ck every in the world
Every and all the singers
We all the we're the latest goss'
Bitch, no I call the shots
My balance like 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 while we wasted
Told them bitches life is then let 'em taste it