Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

Kick back, a corona by the poolside
Bumpin' Graduation, welcome to the Life
F-ckin' the baddest chicks
with the coolest guys
Only words that I live by: do or die
When making money
Everybody on
All my sellin' drugs
I'll be happy songs
Life came at a price, I put my on
And did it til going going gone ma'f-cka

[Chorus - J.
I was never knowing at the graveyard shift
Congratulated me with a hardship
Was it hard, did I fall, I did
But I got the scars that made me rich (Yeah)
And all I'm now is giving you a page of my life (yeah)
So you can before you hold it
it, you can do whatever you like
Someone 'em I'm gone
Eh, someone tell 'em I'm
If you're not down, you'll be missing life
And if you with me, see you on the side
tell 'em I'm gone

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

And I'm too for these dumb bitches
Too young for these grey
Too immature for 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 been that high life

[Chorus - J.

[Verse 2 - Tinie
How you supposed to feel when door is open for you
All your Polish never ever spoken to you
I on stage, I set the pace
Done a couple girl songs to set the record
Ask GQ and Q Mag
I'm too cool for douchebags
My got a bandana on it
Cause my is
The weeds good, I 2 drags
Mamma told me do that
Old money
For every single bit of this new
And new cash for me and all my niggas
Big money, figures
Now I'm tryna f-ck every in the world
Every supermodel and all the
We all the rage we're the latest
Bitch, no tequila I the shots
My bank like Tic Tac Toe
Shit loads of and crosses
I work my socks off, you niggas better '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