Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

Kick back, sippin' a by the poolside
Bumpin' Graduation, to the Good Life
with the baddest chicks
Rollin' with the coolest
Only three words I live by: do or die
When everybody money
gettin' on
All my niggas sellin'
be happy selling songs
Life at a price, I put my money on
And did it til it's going going gone

[Chorus - J.
I was working never knowing at the shift
me with 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
tell 'em I'm gone
Eh, someone tell 'em I'm
If you're not down, you'll be missing this
And if you with me, see you on the side
someone 'em I'm gone

Tempah - Verse 1]
Somewhere on the Islands
I'mma have Rihanna's listening to Razor
Swedish girls suggesting she should take a flight
I it this far, can't be afraid of heights
Unimportant calls are costing me a pound a
The England but I'm never in it
German Autobahns my that's why me no limits
I mastered P but I aint with No
Ibiza on pj's, M.I.A for Heat games
Might your favourite European DJ at my B'day
We party on them weekdays
And then party harder on them
Still tryna with my ex-girl
But she adamant we be friends

And I'm too for these dumb bitches
Too young for grey hairs
Too immature for these cars
I a button, shit change gears
And I'm twisted offa them
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 supposed to feel every door is open for you
All your Polish never ever spoken to you
I step on stage, I set the
a couple girl songs to set the record straight
Ask GQ and Q Mag
I'm too cool for douchebags
My wardrobe got a on it
Cause my is
The weeds good, I 2 drags
Mamma told me do that
Old mentality
For every single bit of new cash
And this new for me and all my niggas
Big money, footballer
Now I'm tryna every girl in the world
Every supermodel and all the
We all the we're the latest goss'
Bitch, no tequila I call the
My balance like Tic Tac Toe
Shit loads of and crosses
I work my socks off, you niggas better 'em up
I've got the baddest bitches thinking they aint enough
My accountant money while we getting wasted
them bitches life is sweet then let 'em taste it