Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Something

You ain't got stamps in your passport to fuck with young 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, better
Bet a yard, nah, bet a mill
Then by the songs end, I probably start 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 my legend just begun
I'm young enough to know the car to buy
Yet enough not to put rims on it
I got that six-deuce with so you can't see me
And I didn't even have to put on it
I don't got the bright watch, I got the right
I don't buy out the bar, I the night spot
I got the right
I got stockbrokers movin' it like white tops
I know you like fuck is child abuse
Call diapers, I might just be nicer
Them young boys ain't ready for
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 car lot, put chrome on the truck
Bad boy, now I'm all up
I use to play the like that (like that)
I use to carry knots that (like that)
Now I got black cards, credit and such
Bad boy, I'm all grown up

30's the new twenty, nigga, I'm on still
These boys is like a fire drills (uh)
alarms (uh)
Next (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 shoes 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 under palm trees
Listen to R and B when we get the call
No longer wit' us, fire your
You lil' fucks fall 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 South Beach, but I'm in Saint Tropez
Y'all drink Dom but not (hey)
Your shop in the mall
My burnin' down Berdolph's
Comin' back Birken Bags
Your 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 of the future (why?)
respect 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
30's the new twenty,
I'm so hot