Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Something

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

The of Jay-Z, Z
me out

30's the new twenty,
I'm so hot
Better broad, automobile
Bet a yard, nah, bet a mill
Then by the songs end, I probably start another
I know 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 just begun
I'm young enough to the right car to buy
Yet grown 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 got the bright watch, I got the right watch
I buy out the bar, I bought the night spot
I got the stock
I got stockbrokers that's movin' it like tops
I know you like fuck is child abuse
Call diapers, I might be gettin' nicer
Them young ain't ready for real
the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot

I used to let my pants sag, not 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 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

the new twenty, nigga, I'm on fire still
These young boys is like a drills (uh)
alarms (uh)
Next (nah)
He got (on)
To the one (young)
I'm here (yeah)
here like Mike, gotta stop playin' with these children's (yeah)
I'm a bully with the
Don't let the 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 under palm trees
to R and B when we get the call he's
No longer wit' us, fire your
You lil' fall back for real
the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot

Y'all roll blunts, I smoke all day
Y'all chase, I'm Patron, and it's Grey
I like Beach, but I'm in Saint Tropez
Y'all Dom but not Rose (hey)
Your chick shop in the
My chick burnin' Berdolph's
Comin' back Birken Bags
Your chick is like what of purse is that?
I'm from the era where niggas don't
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 with nice girls
You young boys chill
the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot