Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

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

- J. Warner]
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 made me this rich (Yeah)
And all I'm now is giving you a page of my life (yeah)
So you can tell you hold it
it, you can do whatever you like
Someone 'em I'm gone
Eh, someone tell 'em I'm
If not down, you'll be missing this life
And if you me, see you on the other side
tell 'em I'm gone

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

And I'm too smart for dumb bitches
Too young for these hairs
Too for these fast 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 been living that high life

[Chorus - J.

[Verse 2 - Tempah]
How you supposed to feel when every door is for you
All Polish chauffeurs 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 these
My wardrobe got a on it
my is 2pac
The good, I have 2 drags
Mamma told me don't do
Old money
For every bit of this new cash
And this new for me and all my niggas
Big money, figures
Now I'm tryna f-ck every in the world
Every and all the singers
We all the we're the latest goss'
Bitch, no tequila I call the
My balance like Tic Tac Toe
loads of noughts and crosses
I my socks off, you niggas better pull 'em up
I've got the baddest thinking they aint good enough
My accountant money while we getting wasted
Told them bitches life is sweet let 'em taste it