Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Something

You ain't got enough in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International,
Show y'all young how to do this thing

The of Jay-Z, Z
me out

30's the new twenty,
I'm so hot
Better broad, automobile
Bet a yard, nah, bet a mill
Then by the songs end, I start another trend
I everything you wan do
I did all by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had brand new Ack Coupe
I guess you can say that my legend just
I'm enough to know the right car to buy
Yet grown not to put rims on it
I got that six-deuce curtains so you can't see me
And I even have to put tints on it
I don't got the bright watch, I got the right
I don't buy out the bar, I bought the spot
I got the right
I got stockbrokers movin' it like white tops
I know you like fuck this is abuse
Call diapers, I just be gettin' nicer
Them young boys ready for real
the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot

I used to let my sag, not givin' a fuck
Bad boy, now I'm all up
I use to cruise the used car lot, put on the truck
Bad boy, now I'm all up
I use to play the block like (like that)
I use to knots like that (like that)
Now I got black cards, good credit and
Bad boy, I'm all grown up

30's the new twenty, nigga, I'm on fire
These young boys is like a fire (uh)
alarms (uh)
Next (nah)
He got (on)
To the one (young)
I'm still (yeah)
Still here like Mike, stop playin' with these children's (yeah)
I'm a bully the bucks
let the patten leather shoes fool you, youngin'
I got the in the tux
was my past, now I'm so grown up
I don't got one gun army, got a army
To hire a gun army, get you spun like
And I'll be under palm trees calmly
to R and B when we get the call he's
No longer wit' us, your babysitters
You lil' fucks back for real
the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot

Y'all blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
Y'all youngin's chase, I'm Patron, and Grey
I like Beach, but I'm in Saint Tropez
Y'all drink Dom but not (hey)
Your shop in the mall
My burnin' down Berdolph's
Comin' back with Bags
Your chick is like what type of purse is
I'm from the era where niggas snitch
You from the era where is the shit
I'm afraid of the (why?)
respect the one who got shot
I the shooter
go to parties to ice grill
I go to to party with nice girls
You young gotta chill
30's the new twenty,
I'm so hot