Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Something

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

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 hundred
Then by the end, I probably start another trend
I everything you wan do
I did all by the age of twenty-one
By I had that brand new Ack Coupe
I guess you can say that my legend just
I'm young to know the right car to buy
Yet grown enough not to put on it
I got that with curtains so you can't see me
And I didn't 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 bought the spot
I got the right
I got stockbrokers that's movin' it like tops
I know you like fuck this is abuse
Call diapers, I might just be nicer
Them young boys ain't 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 used car lot, put chrome on the
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 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)
here like Mike, gotta stop playin' with these children's (yeah)
I'm a bully 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 slum
To hire a gun army, get you spun like
And be somewhere under palm trees calmly
Listen to R and B when we get the call
No longer wit' us, fire babysitters
You lil' 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 Saint
Y'all Dom but not Rose (hey)
Your shop in the mall
My burnin' down Berdolph's
Comin' with Birken Bags
chick is like what type of purse is that?
I'm from the era where don't snitch
You from the era snitchin' is the shit
I'm afraid of the (why?)
Y'all respect the one who got
I the shooter
Y'all go to parties to ice
I go to parties to party with girls
You young boys chill
the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot