Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Something

You ain't got enough stamps in passport to fuck with 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 mill
Then by the songs end, I start another trend
I everything you wan do
I did all that by the age of
By twenty-two I had brand new Ack Coupe
I guess you can say that my just begun
I'm young to know the right car to buy
Yet grown not to put rims on it
I got six-deuce with curtains so you can't see me
And I didn't 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 bought the night
I got the right
I got that's movin' it like white tops
I know you like fuck this is abuse
Call diapers, I might just be gettin'
Them young boys ain't ready for
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 the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Bad boy, now I'm all up
I use to play the block that (like that)
I use to carry knots like (like that)
Now I got black cards, good credit and
Bad boy, 'cause I'm all up

the new twenty, nigga, I'm on fire still
These young boys is like a fire (uh)
False (uh)
don? (nah)
He got (on)
To the one (young)
I'm here (yeah)
Still here like Mike, gotta stop playin' with these (yeah)
I'm a with the bucks
let the patten leather shoes fool you, youngin'
I got the in the tux
That was my past, now I'm so up
I don't got one gun army, got a army
To hire a gun army, get you spun laundry
And I'll be somewhere palm trees calmly
Listen to R and B when we get the 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 blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
youngin's chase, I'm Patron, and it's Grey
I South Beach, but I'm in Saint Tropez
drink Dom but not Rose (hey)
Your chick shop in the
My chick burnin' down
Comin' back Birken Bags
Your chick is like what type of is that?
I'm from the era where don't snitch
You from the era snitchin' is the shit
I'm of the future (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
the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot