Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Something

You ain't got enough stamps in your to fuck with young 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, better
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred
Then by the songs end, I start another trend
I know you wan do
I did all by the age of twenty-one
By I had that brand new Ack Coupe
I you can say that my legend just begun
I'm enough 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 watch
I don't buy out the bar, I bought the night
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 gettin'
Them young boys ain't ready for
30's the new twenty,
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 like (like that)
I use to carry knots like (like that)
Now I got black cards, good credit and
Bad boy, 'cause I'm all up

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

Y'all roll blunts, I Cubans all day
Y'all chase, I'm Patron, and it's Grey
I South Beach, but I'm in Saint Tropez
Y'all drink Dom but not (hey)
Your shop in the mall
My chick burnin' down
back with Birken Bags
Your chick is what type of purse is that?
I'm from the era niggas don't snitch
You from the era where is the shit
I'm of the future (why?)
Y'all the one who got shot
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