Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Something

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

The of Jay-Z, Z
me out

30's the new twenty,
I'm so hot
broad, better automobile
Bet a yard, nah, bet a mill
Then by the songs end, I probably another trend
I know you wan do
I did all by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that brand new Ack
I guess you can say that my legend just
I'm young to know the right car to buy
Yet grown enough not to put on it
I got that six-deuce with so you can't see me
And I didn't even have to put 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 that's it like white tops
I know you like fuck this is abuse
Call diapers, I just be gettin' nicer
Them young ain't ready for real
30's the new twenty,
I'm so hot

I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a
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 and such
Bad boy, I'm all grown up

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

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