Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Something

You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with H-O
International,
Show y'all boys how to do this 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 hundred
by the songs end, I probably 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 guess you can say that my legend begun
I'm young enough to the right car to buy
Yet grown enough not to put on it
I got that six-deuce with 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 white tops
I know you like this is child abuse
Call diapers, I might just be gettin'
Them young boys ain't for real
the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot

I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a
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 block that (like that)
I use to knots like that (like that)
Now I got cards, good credit and such
Bad boy, I'm all grown up

30's the new twenty, nigga, I'm on still
young boys 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, stop playin' with these children's (yeah)
I'm a bully the bucks
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 army
To hire a gun army, get you like laundry
And I'll be somewhere under trees calmly
Listen to R and B when we get the call
No wit' us, fire your babysitters
You lil' fucks fall 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 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' Berdolph's
Comin' back with Birken
chick is like what type of purse is that?
I'm the era where niggas don't snitch
You from the era where snitchin' is the
I'm afraid of the (why?)
Y'all the one who got shot
I the shooter
Y'all go to parties to ice
I go to parties to party nice girls
You boys gotta chill
the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot