Luyện nghe bài hát Help Me

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

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

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

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

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

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