Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

Kick back, sippin' a corona by the
Bumpin' Graduation, welcome to the Life
with the baddest chicks
Rollin' the coolest guys
Only three that I live by: do or die
When everybody making
Everybody on
All my niggas drugs
I'll be selling songs
Life came at a price, I put my on
And did it til it's going gone ma'f-cka

- J. Warner]
I was working knowing at the graveyard shift
me with a paid hardship
Was it hard, did I fall, I did
But I got the that made me this rich (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 you like
Someone tell 'em I'm
Eh, someone 'em I'm gone
If you're not down, you'll be missing life
And if you me, see you on the other side
someone 'em I'm gone

[Tinie - 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 this far, can't be of heights
Unimportant are costing me a pound a minute
The jurisdiction's but I'm never in it
German my life that's why me no limits
I P but I aint with No Limit
Ibiza on pj's, M.I.A for those Heat
Might have your European DJ at my B'day
We party on them weekdays
And then party on them weekends
Still sleep with my ex-girl
But she adamant we be friends

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
Faded off Mai Tai
Why the hell should you be sober when you've living that high life

- J. Warner]

[Verse 2 - Tempah]
How you to feel when every door is open for you
All your Polish chauffeurs never 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 these
My got a bandana on it
my is 2pac
The good, I have 2 drags
Mamma told me do that
Old money
For single bit of this new cash
And this new cash for me and all my
Big money, footballer
Now I'm tryna f-ck every in the world
Every supermodel and all the
We all the we're the latest goss'
Bitch, no tequila I call the
My bank like Tic Tac Toe
loads of noughts and crosses
I work my socks off, you niggas better 'em up
I've got the bitches thinking they aint good enough
My accountant money while we getting wasted
Told them bitches is sweet then let 'em taste it