Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

Kick back, a corona by the poolside
Bumpin' Graduation, welcome to the Life
F-ckin' with the chicks
with the coolest guys
Only three words that I by: do or die
When making money
Everybody on
All my niggas sellin'
I'll be happy songs
Life came at a price, I put my on
And did it til it's going going gone

[Chorus - J.
I was never knowing at the graveyard 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 whatever you
Someone 'em I'm gone
Eh, someone tell 'em I'm
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]
Somewhere on the Cayman
I'mma have Rihanna's to Razor light
Swedish girls suggesting she should take a flight
I made it this far, can't be of heights
Unimportant calls are costing me a a minute
The jurisdiction's but I'm never in it
German my life that's why me no limits
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 them
And then harder on them weekends
Still tryna sleep my ex-girl
But she that we be friends

And I'm too smart for these dumb
Too young for grey hairs
Too immature for these cars
I push a button, change gears
And I'm offa them 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 door is open for you
All your chauffeurs never ever spoken to you
I on stage, I set the pace
Done a couple girl songs to set the record
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 me don't 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 f-ck every girl in the world
Every supermodel and all the
We all the rage we're the latest
Bitch, no I call the shots
My bank like Tic Tac Toe
Shit loads of and crosses
I work my socks off, you niggas better 'em up
got the baddest bitches thinking they aint good enough
My accountant saving money we getting wasted
Told them bitches life is sweet then let 'em it