Luyện nghe bài hát Help Me

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

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

Im the Bush of this rap shit.
You can tell Randy Jackson to kiss my ass.
Im the Obama bitch, you can judge this,
while I flip my finger off and let one out quick.
Im sick of people tryin a tell me what I got,
its Down syndrome, it makes me wanna load a clip
and put a in them, make in drown in with,
these other rap stars who are its sick,
like Monica Lewinsky suckin on a six 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 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 as The One and still dont give a fuck.
These get no love, no more grenade or dove,
youre 30 rappin? ewuh, and still got a buzz.
You can dream, you can but youre gonna suck,
I got the voice and the baby turn it up,
I need MTV when I sell this much,
Id be on Carson Daily than Oprah son.
Im a be better them, Im a veteran kid,
I to get these kids off of medicine binges.
Whos better him? Not Ollirum that bitch.
I you once and Im a tell you again.
At least back pussy gimme a challenge,
Im the boss 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 keep me in the hood,
but I keep swingin right back 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 gotta fuckin try.
You know why? cause I good whenever I talk,
I spit, whenever I sing bitch. Im the fuckin white Obama bitch.
Yeeah, aye Yuma lets get the fuck here.