Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

Kick back, sippin' a corona by the
Graduation, welcome to the Good Life
F-ckin' with the chicks
Rollin' the coolest guys
three words that I live by: do or die
When everybody making
gettin' on
All my niggas drugs
I'll be happy selling
Life 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 knowing at the graveyard
Congratulated me a paid hardship
Was it hard, did I fall, I did
But I got the scars made me this rich (Yeah)
And all I'm doing now is giving you a page of my (yeah)
So you can tell before you it
F-ck it, you can do you like
tell 'em I'm gone
Eh, someone 'em I'm gone
If not down, you'll be missing this life
And if you me, see you on the other side
someone 'em I'm gone

[Tinie Tempah - 1]
Somewhere on the Islands
I'mma have Rihanna's to Razor light
Feisty Swedish girls suggesting she should take a
I made it this far, can't be of heights
Unimportant calls are costing me a pound a
The England but I'm never in it
German Autobahns my life that's why me no
I P but I aint with No Limit
on pj's, M.I.A for those Heat games
Might have your favourite European DJ at my
We hard on them weekdays
And then harder on them weekends
tryna sleep with my ex-girl
But she that we be friends

And I'm too smart for these bitches
Too young for these hairs
Too for these fast cars
I push a button, shit gears
And I'm offa them Martini's
off that Mai Tai
Why the hell should you be sober when you've been that high life

[Chorus - J.

2 - Tinie Tempah]
How you to feel when every door is open for you
All your Polish chauffeurs never 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 for these douchebags
My wardrobe got a on it
Cause my is
The weeds good, I have 2
Mamma told me do that
Old money
For every bit of this new cash
And new cash for me and all my niggas
Big money, figures
Now I'm tryna f-ck every girl in the
Every supermodel and all the
We all the rage we're the goss'
Bitch, no I call the shots
My bank balance Tic Tac Toe
Shit of noughts and crosses
I work my socks off, you niggas better 'em up
I've got the baddest bitches they aint good enough
My accountant money while we getting wasted
Told them bitches life is sweet let 'em taste it