Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Something

You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with 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, automobile
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred
Then by the songs end, I probably another trend
I know you wan do
I did all by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had brand new Ack Coupe
I guess you can say that my legend begun
I'm young enough to know the car to buy
Yet grown not to put rims on it
I got that with curtains so you can't see me
And I even 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 it like white tops
I know you like fuck this is child
diapers, I might just be gettin' nicer
Them boys ain't ready for real
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 on the truck
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

30's the new twenty, nigga, I'm on fire
These young boys is a fire drills (uh)
alarms (uh)
Next (nah)
He got (on)
To the one (young)
I'm still (yeah)
Still like Mike, gotta stop playin' with these children's (yeah)
I'm a with the bucks
Don't let the patten shoes fool you, youngin'
I got the in the tux
was my past, now I'm so grown up
I got one gun army, got a slum army
To hire a gun army, get you like laundry
And I'll be somewhere palm trees calmly
to R and B when we get the call he's
No longer wit' us, fire your
You lil' fucks fall for real
30's the new twenty,
I'm so hot

Y'all blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
Y'all youngin's chase, I'm Patron, and it's
I like South Beach, but I'm in Tropez
drink Dom but not Rose (hey)
Your chick in the mall
My chick down Berdolph's
Comin' back with Birken
chick is like 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 afraid of the (why?)
respect the one who got shot
I respect the
Y'all go to to ice grill
I go to parties to with nice girls
You young boys chill
the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot