Luyện nghe bài hát Help Me

Help me, Help me, me, Help me
Help me, Help me, Help me, me

Help me, I got no brains.
me, I aint cant feel no pain.
Help me, I cant the rain.
me fore I drift away.

Im the Bush of this rap shit.
You can tell Jackson to kiss my black ass.
Im the white Obama bitch, you can this,
while I flip my finger off and let one out quick.
Im of these people tryin a tell me what I got,
like its Down syndrome, it makes me wanna load a
and put a in them, make in drown in with,
these other rap who are clowns its sick,
like Monica Lewinsky on a six inch tooth pick,
bitch just got her did, so she can do it, do it,
and make a new till these kids download it,
and you say Im profound, shit, I goin down
my hand on my dick,
while the World Trade Center blows up quick.
up, I think you need another doughnut Mr. Officer.
go nuts.

Look what Ive become, this that I begun,
I started as The One and dont give a fuck.
These get no love, no more grenade or dove,
youre 30 ewuh, and still aint got a buzz.
You can dream, you can but youre gonna suck,
I got the voice and the baby turn it up,
I dont need MTV when I this much,
Id rather be on Daily than Oprah son.
Im a be better than them, Im a kid,
I came to get these off of medicine binges.
Whos better than him? Not Ollirum bitch.
I told you and Im a tell you again.
At least back pussy gimme a challenge,
Im the motha fucker, you dont want no static.
B, O, S, S, Deuce is bitch, yo Truth, pass the automatic.

(Yee) labels wanna put me away for good,
they keep me in the hood,
but I keep swingin right back like you I should,
makin in the books.
You suck, no buts,
the music industry can lick my nuts.
Motha fucker I got no love for a fake-ass,
wanna be Trump.

Uh hu, uh hu, hahaaw yeah, I aint gotta fuckin try.
You know why? cause I good whenever I talk,
whenever I spit, whenever I sing bitch. Im the fuckin white bitch.
Yeeah, aye Yuma get the fuck outa here.