Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Something

You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with H-O
International,
y'all young 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 start another trend
I everything you wan do
I did all that by the age of
By twenty-two I had that new Ack Coupe
I guess you can say that my legend 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 stock
I got stockbrokers that's it like white tops
I you like fuck this is child abuse
Call diapers, I might just be gettin'
Them young boys ain't ready for
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 that (like that)
I use to knots like that (like that)
Now I got black cards, credit and such
Bad boy, 'cause I'm all up

30's the new twenty, nigga, I'm on still
These young is like a fire drills (uh)
alarms (uh)
Next (nah)
He got (on)
To the one (young)
I'm still (yeah)
Still here like Mike, gotta stop playin' with children's (yeah)
I'm a with the bucks
Don't let the patten leather 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 slum
To hire a gun army, get you like laundry
And be somewhere under palm trees calmly
to R and B when we get the call he's
No longer wit' us, fire your
You lil' fall back for real
30's the new twenty,
I'm so hot

Y'all roll blunts, I smoke all day
youngin's chase, I'm Patron, and it's Grey
I like South Beach, but I'm in Tropez
drink Dom but not Rose (hey)
Your chick in the mall
My chick burnin' down
Comin' back Birken Bags
chick is like what type of purse is that?
I'm from the era where niggas don't
You from the era where snitchin' is the
I'm afraid of the (why?)
Y'all the one who got shot
I the shooter
go to parties to ice grill
I go to parties to with nice girls
You boys gotta chill
the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot