Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Something

You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck young H-O
International,
Show 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 hundred
Then by the songs end, I probably another trend
I everything you wan do
I did all by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that new Ack Coupe
I guess you can say that my legend just
I'm young enough to know the car to buy
Yet grown enough not to put on it
I got that six-deuce curtains so you can't see me
And I didn't even to put tints on it
I don't got the bright watch, I got the right
I don't buy out the bar, I the night spot
I got the stock
I got stockbrokers that's movin' it white tops
I know you fuck this is child 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 car lot, put chrome on the truck
Bad boy, now I'm all up
I use to the block like that (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

30's the new twenty, nigga, I'm on still
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, gotta stop playin' with children's (yeah)
I'm a with the bucks
Don't let the leather shoes fool you, youngin'
I got the in the tux
was my past, now I'm so grown 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 trees calmly
Listen to R and B we get the call he's
No longer wit' us, fire your
You lil' fucks back for real
30's the new twenty,
I'm so hot

Y'all roll blunts, I smoke all day
Y'all youngin's chase, I'm Patron, and Grey
I South Beach, but I'm in Saint Tropez
Y'all drink Dom but not (hey)
chick shop in the mall
My chick down Berdolph's
Comin' back with Birken
Your chick is like what type of purse is
I'm from the era where niggas snitch
You from the era snitchin' is the shit
I'm of the future (why?)
Y'all the one who got shot
I respect the
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