Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Something

You ain't got enough stamps in passport to fuck with young H-O
International,
Show y'all 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 mill
by the songs end, I probably start another trend
I everything you wan do
I did all that by the age of
By twenty-two I had that brand new Ack
I guess you can say that my legend begun
I'm young enough to the right car to buy
Yet grown not to put rims on it
I got that with 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 watch
I don't buy out the bar, I the night spot
I got the stock
I got that's movin' it like white tops
I know you like fuck is child abuse
Call diapers, I might just be nicer
Them young ain't 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 carry knots that (like that)
Now I got black cards, credit and such
Bad boy, I'm all grown up

30's the new twenty, nigga, I'm on still
These young is like a fire drills (uh)
False (uh)
don? (nah)
He got (on)
To the one (young)
I'm here (yeah)
Still here like Mike, gotta stop playin' these 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 don't got one gun army, got a army
To hire a gun army, get you spun laundry
And be somewhere under palm trees calmly
to R and B when we get the call he's
No wit' us, fire your babysitters
You fucks fall back for real
30's the new twenty,
I'm so hot

Y'all roll blunts, I smoke all day
youngin's chase, I'm Patron, and it's Grey
I like South Beach, but I'm in Tropez
Y'all Dom but not Rose (hey)
chick shop in the mall
My chick burnin' Berdolph's
Comin' back with Bags
Your chick is like what type of purse is
I'm from the era niggas don't snitch
You the era where snitchin' 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 parties to party with nice
You boys gotta chill
30's the new twenty,
I'm so hot