Luyện nghe bài hát August 27th Flow

Play me pimping, man!
Yeah, tripping, stars, August 27th!
F-ck me, yeah!

May f-ck these ass niggas
Im a rich nigga still richer
Got Kush up in my
AX still dont hang my pistol
Got sneaks on my feet
bitches all in my suit
Bad in my hot tub
And bad bitch in the sheets.
Twenty on my old school,
up and Im riding high
Born up the bullshit
so much heat that I start a fire
But I know I got money,
but I know I keep that
Nigga trying to take my cake,
beat the nigga like Ike Tunner
"Come Tina!" Bitch!
Aint no coming like your own money
Im never coming up short got long money
Im counting that paper before I the house
Just got the new that aint even out yet
up while Im driving, yeah bitch, Im just vibing
Big house all pimped out, back yall look like a
Boss nigga, I get paid, bring your out to my place!
Imma that bitch today, tomorrow your bitch my maid, nigga!

Tomorrow bitch my maid, nigga
Tomorrow your my maid, nigga
f-ck that bitch today, yeah hoe!
Tomorrow bitch my maid, nigga
Tomorrow your bitch my maid,
Yeah, yeah, hoe!
rapping, old niggas!
August 27th, tripping!
August youre dead, stay tripping!
Hoe ass nigga!

shit, get lost ahead, get my drop heads!
Tell haters drop dead
I dont f-ck beef, cause I got bread!
Goose whipping, not
Fill your ass up with hot
Hit the club with some hoes like you aint got shot dead!
All this money on my rolly, could have bought a
Imma wake up in the morning, and gon ball
And the my alarm clock
And Im known to carry more than a pawn shop, nigga!
August 27th, tripping!