Luyện nghe bài hát Help Me

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

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

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

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

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

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