Luyện nghe bài hát Help Me

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

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

Im the George of this rap shit.
You can tell Randy to kiss my black ass.
Im the Obama bitch, you can judge this,
while I flip my middle 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 in them, make in drown in with,
these other rap who are clowns its sick,
like Monica Lewinsky suckin on a six inch 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 aint down
with my on my dick,
while the next World Trade Center up quick.
Hold up, I think you need doughnut Mr. Officer.
go nuts.

Look what Ive become, this place I begun,
I as The One and still dont give a fuck.
bitches 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 looks baby it up,
I dont need MTV when I this much,
Id rather be on Daily than Oprah son.
Im a be better them, Im a veteran kid,
I came to get kids off of medicine binges.
Whos better than Not Ollirum that bitch.
I told you once and Im a you again.
At fight back pussy gimme a challenge,
Im the motha fucker, you dont want no static.
B, O, S, S, is back bitch, yo Truth, pass the automatic.

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

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