Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

Kick back, sippin' a by the poolside
Bumpin' Graduation, welcome to the Life
F-ckin' with the chicks
Rollin' with the coolest
three words that I live by: do or die
When everybody making
Everybody on
All my niggas drugs
I'll be happy selling
Life at a price, I put my money on
And did it til it's going gone ma'f-cka

[Chorus - J.
I was never knowing at the graveyard 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 now is giving you a page of my life (yeah)
So you can tell before you it
it, you can do whatever you like
Someone 'em I'm gone
Eh, tell 'em I'm gone
If you're not down, you'll be this life
And if you with me, see you on the other
someone 'em I'm gone

Tempah - Verse 1]
Somewhere on the Islands
I'mma have listening to Razor light
Feisty Swedish girls suggesting she should a flight
I made it this far, can't be afraid of
calls are costing me a pound a minute
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
Ibiza on pj's, M.I.A for those Heat
Might your favourite European DJ at my B'day
We party hard on weekdays
And then party harder on them
Still tryna sleep with my
But she that we be friends

And I'm too smart for these bitches
Too young for these grey
Too immature for these fast
I push a button, shit change
And I'm offa them Martini's
Faded off Mai Tai
Why the hell should you be sober when been 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 on stage, I set the pace
Done a couple girl to set the record straight
Ask GQ and Q Mag
I'm too cool for douchebags
My got a bandana on it
my is 2pac
The weeds good, I 2 drags
Mamma told me do that
Old money
For every single bit of this new
And this new for me and all my niggas
Big money, figures
Now I'm tryna f-ck girl in the world
Every supermodel and all the
We all the rage the latest goss'
Bitch, no I call the shots
My bank like Tic Tac Toe
Shit loads of and crosses
I work my socks off, you niggas pull 'em up
I've got the bitches thinking they aint good enough
My saving money while we getting wasted
Told them life is sweet then let 'em taste it