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 words that I live by: do or die
When making money
gettin' on
All my niggas sellin'
I'll be happy selling
Life at a price, I put my money on
And did it til it's going gone ma'f-cka

[Chorus - J.
I was working never knowing at the graveyard
Congratulated me with a 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 page of my (yeah)
So you can tell you hold 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 with me, see you on the other
someone 'em I'm gone

[Tinie Tempah - 1]
on the Cayman Islands
I'mma have listening to Razor light
Feisty girls suggesting she should take a flight
I made it far, can't be afraid of heights
Unimportant are costing me a pound a minute
The jurisdiction's England but I'm in it
German Autobahns my life that's why me no
I mastered P but I aint with No
Ibiza on pj's, M.I.A for those games
have your favourite European DJ at my B'day
We party on them weekdays
And then harder on them weekends
Still tryna sleep with my
But she adamant we be friends

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

[Chorus - J.

[Verse 2 - Tempah]
How you supposed to feel when door is open for you
All your Polish never ever spoken to you
I step on stage, I set the
Done a couple girl songs to set the record
Ask GQ and Q Mag
I'm too cool for douchebags
My got a bandana on it
Cause my is
The weeds good, I 2 drags
Mamma me don't do that
Old money
For every single bit of this new
And this new for me and all my niggas
Big money, figures
Now I'm tryna f-ck every girl in the
supermodel and all the singers
We all the we're the latest goss'
Bitch, no tequila I the shots
My balance like Tic Tac Toe
Shit loads of noughts and
I work my socks off, you niggas better 'em up
got the baddest bitches thinking they aint good enough
My accountant saving money while we getting
Told them bitches is sweet then let 'em taste it