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 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 mill
Then by the songs end, I start another trend
I know you wan do
I did all by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that brand new Ack
I guess you can say that my just begun
I'm young to know the right car to buy
Yet grown enough not to put on it
I got that six-deuce curtains so you can't see me
And I didn't even to put tints on it
I don't got the bright watch, I got the right
I buy out the bar, I bought the night spot
I got the stock
I got stockbrokers that's movin' it white tops
I know you like fuck this is child
diapers, I might just be gettin' nicer
Them young boys ready for real
30's the new twenty,
I'm so hot

I used to let my pants sag, not 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 the block like that (like that)
I use to carry knots that (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)
False (uh)
Next (nah)
He got (on)
To the one (young)
I'm still (yeah)
Still here like Mike, gotta stop playin' with these (yeah)
I'm a bully the bucks
Don't let the patten leather shoes 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 palm trees calmly
Listen to R and B when we get the he's
No longer us, fire your babysitters
You fucks fall 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 like Beach, but I'm in Saint Tropez
Y'all Dom but not Rose (hey)
chick shop in the mall
My chick down Berdolph's
Comin' back with Birken
Your chick is like what type of purse is
I'm from the era niggas don't snitch
You the era where snitchin' is the shit
I'm of the future (why?)
Y'all respect the one who got
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