Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Something

You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to with young H-O
International,
Show y'all young 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 another
I everything 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 my legend just begun
I'm enough to know the right car to buy
Yet enough not to put rims on it
I got that with curtains so you can't see me
And I didn't even to put tints 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 that's movin' it like white tops
I know you fuck this is child abuse
Call diapers, I might just be gettin'
young boys ain't 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 on the truck
Bad boy, now I'm all up
I use to the block like that (like that)
I use to carry knots like (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)
False (uh)
Next (nah)
He got (on)
To the one (young)
I'm still (yeah)
Still here Mike, gotta stop playin' with these children's (yeah)
I'm a bully with the
let the patten leather shoes 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 army
To a gun army, get you spun like laundry
And I'll be under palm trees calmly
Listen to R and B when we get the he's
No longer wit' us, your babysitters
You lil' 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 South Beach, but I'm in Saint Tropez
Y'all Dom but not Rose (hey)
chick shop in the mall
My chick burnin' down
Comin' with Birken Bags
Your chick is like what of purse is that?
I'm from the era where niggas don't
You from the era snitchin' is the shit
I'm afraid of the (why?)
Y'all respect the one who got
I the shooter
Y'all go to parties to ice
I go to to party with nice girls
You young boys chill
the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot