Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Something

You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with 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
Better broad, better
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred
Then by the songs end, I probably start another
I everything you wan do
I did all that by the age of
By twenty-two I had brand new Ack Coupe
I you can say that my legend just begun
I'm young enough to know the car to buy
Yet enough not to put rims on it
I got that six-deuce with curtains so you see me
And I even have to put tints on it
I don't got the watch, I got the right watch
I don't buy out the bar, I the night spot
I got the right
I got stockbrokers that's movin' it white tops
I know you like fuck this is child
diapers, I might just be gettin' nicer
Them young boys ready for real
the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot

I to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
Bad boy, now I'm all up
I use to cruise the car lot, put chrome 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, credit and such
Bad boy, 'cause I'm all up

30's the new twenty, nigga, I'm on still
These young boys is like a fire (uh)
False (uh)
Next (nah)
He got (on)
To the one (young)
I'm still (yeah)
Still here like Mike, gotta stop playin' with children's (yeah)
I'm a bully with the
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 slum
To hire a gun army, get you spun laundry
And be somewhere under palm trees calmly
Listen to R and B when we get the he's
No longer us, fire your babysitters
You lil' fucks fall for real
the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot

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