Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

Kick back, sippin' a by the poolside
Graduation, welcome to the Good Life
F-ckin' with the baddest
Rollin' with the guys
Only three words that I by: do or die
When making money
gettin' on
All my niggas drugs
I'll be happy songs
came at a price, I put my money on
And did it til it's going going ma'f-cka

[Chorus - J.
I was working never 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 rich (Yeah)
And all I'm doing now is you a page of my life (yeah)
So you can tell you hold it
F-ck it, you can do whatever you
tell 'em I'm gone
Eh, someone 'em I'm gone
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 Tempah - 1]
Somewhere on the Cayman
I'mma Rihanna's listening to Razor light
Feisty Swedish girls suggesting she should take a
I it this far, can't be afraid of heights
calls are costing me a pound a minute
The jurisdiction's but I'm never in it
Autobahns my life that's why me no limits
I mastered P but I aint with No
on pj's, M.I.A for those Heat games
Might have your favourite European DJ at my
We party on them weekdays
And then party harder on weekends
Still tryna sleep with my
But she adamant that we be

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

- J. Warner]

[Verse 2 - Tempah]
How you supposed to feel when door is open for you
All Polish chauffeurs never ever spoken to you
I step on stage, I set the
Done a couple 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 weeds good, I 2 drags
Mamma told me do that
Old money
For every single bit of new cash
And this new for me and all my niggas
Big money, figures
Now I'm f-ck every girl in the world
Every and all the singers
We all the we're the latest goss'
Bitch, no I call the shots
My bank like Tic Tac Toe
Shit loads of noughts and
I my socks off, you niggas better pull 'em up
I've got the bitches thinking they aint good enough
My accountant saving money while we wasted
Told them bitches life is sweet then let 'em it