Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

Kick back, sippin' a by the poolside
Graduation, welcome to the Good Life
F-ckin' with the chicks
Rollin' with the coolest
Only three that I live by: do or die
When everybody making
gettin' on
All my sellin' drugs
I'll be selling songs
Life came at a price, I put my on
And did it til it's going going gone

[Chorus - J.
I was working never knowing at the shift
Congratulated me with a hardship
Was it hard, did I fall, I did
But I got the scars that 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
it, you can do whatever you like
Someone tell 'em I'm
Eh, someone tell 'em I'm
If you're not down, you'll be this life
And if you me, see you on the other side
tell 'em I'm gone

[Tinie Tempah - 1]
on the Cayman Islands
I'mma have listening to Razor light
Feisty Swedish suggesting she should take a flight
I made it this far, can't be of heights
Unimportant calls are costing me a pound a
The jurisdiction's but I'm never in it
German Autobahns my life why me no limits
I mastered P but I aint with No
on pj's, M.I.A for those Heat games
Might have your European DJ at my B'day
We party hard on them
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 these hairs
Too immature for these cars
I push a button, shit gears
And I'm twisted offa them
off that Mai Tai
Why the hell should you be sober when you've been living that high

[Chorus - J.

2 - Tinie Tempah]
How you supposed to feel when door is open for you
All your chauffeurs never ever spoken to you
I on stage, I set the pace
Done a couple girl songs to set the 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 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 f-ck every girl in the world
supermodel and all the singers
We all the we're the latest goss'
Bitch, no tequila I call the
My bank like Tic Tac Toe
loads of noughts and crosses
I work my off, you niggas better pull 'em up
I've got the baddest bitches thinking aint good enough
My accountant money while we getting wasted
Told them bitches life is sweet let 'em taste it