Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Something

You ain't got enough stamps in passport to fuck with young H-O
International,
y'all 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 probably start another
I everything you wan do
I did all that by the age of
By I had that brand new Ack Coupe
I you can say that my legend just begun
I'm young enough to know the 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 have to put on it
I got the bright watch, I got the right watch
I don't buy out the bar, I bought the spot
I got the right
I got stockbrokers that's it like white tops
I know you like this is child abuse
diapers, I might just be gettin' nicer
Them young boys 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 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 knots like that (like that)
Now I got cards, good credit and such
Bad boy, 'cause I'm all 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 still (yeah)
Still here like Mike, gotta playin' with these children's (yeah)
I'm a bully with the
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 I'll be somewhere palm trees calmly
Listen to R and B when we get the call
No longer wit' us, fire babysitters
You fucks fall back for real
the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot

Y'all roll blunts, I smoke all day
Y'all youngin's chase, I'm Patron, and Grey
I like South Beach, but I'm in Saint
Y'all drink Dom but not (hey)
chick shop in the mall
My chick burnin' down
Comin' with Birken Bags
chick is like what type of purse is that?
I'm from the era where niggas 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