Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Something

You ain't got enough in your 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 my legend 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 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 that's movin' it like white tops
I know you like fuck this is abuse
Call diapers, I might just be nicer
Them young boys ready for real
30's the new twenty,
I'm so hot

I used to let my sag, not givin' a fuck
Bad boy, now I'm all up
I use to cruise the used car lot, put on the truck
Bad boy, now I'm all up
I use to play the like that (like that)
I use to carry like that (like that)
Now I got cards, good credit and such
Bad boy, 'cause I'm all up

the new twenty, nigga, I'm on fire still
These boys is like a fire drills (uh)
False (uh)
Next (nah)
He got (on)
To the one (young)
I'm here (yeah)
Still here like Mike, stop playin' with 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
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 like
And I'll be somewhere under trees calmly
Listen to R and B we get the call he's
No longer wit' us, fire babysitters
You lil' fucks back for real
the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot

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