Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

Kick back, sippin' a by the poolside
Bumpin' Graduation, welcome to the Good
F-ckin' with the chicks
Rollin' with the guys
Only three words that I by: do or die
everybody making money
Everybody on
All my niggas sellin'
I'll be happy 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 graveyard
Congratulated me 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 you a page of my life (yeah)
So you can tell you hold it
F-ck it, you can do you like
Someone 'em I'm gone
Eh, tell 'em I'm gone
If you're not down, you'll be missing life
And if you with me, see you on the other
tell 'em I'm gone

[Tinie - Verse 1]
Somewhere on the Islands
have Rihanna's listening to Razor light
Feisty Swedish girls suggesting she take a flight
I made it this far, can't be of heights
calls are costing me a pound a minute
The jurisdiction's England but I'm in it
German my life that's why me no limits
I mastered P but I aint No Limit
Ibiza on pj's, M.I.A for those games
Might have your favourite European DJ at my
We party hard on them
And then party harder on them
Still tryna with my ex-girl
But she adamant that we be

And I'm too for these dumb bitches
Too young for these hairs
Too for these fast cars
I push a button, change gears
And I'm twisted offa them
off that 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 Polish chauffeurs never ever spoken to you
I step on stage, I set the
Done a girl songs to set the record straight
Ask GQ and Q Mag
I'm too for these douchebags
My wardrobe got a on it
my is 2pac
The weeds good, I have 2
Mamma me don't do that
Old mentality
For every single bit of new cash
And new cash for me and all my niggas
Big money, footballer
Now I'm tryna f-ck every girl in the
Every supermodel and all the
We all the we're the latest goss'
Bitch, no tequila I the shots
My bank balance Tic Tac Toe
Shit loads of and crosses
I work my socks off, you better pull 'em up
I've got the baddest bitches thinking aint good enough
My accountant saving while we getting wasted
Told them bitches life is then let 'em taste it