Luyện nghe bài hát Help Me

Help me, Help me, Help me, me
me, Help me, Help me, Help 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 George Bush of rap shit.
You can tell Randy to kiss my black ass.
Im the white Obama bitch, you can this,
while I my middle finger off and let one out quick.
Im sick of these people a tell me what I got,
like its Down syndrome, it makes me wanna load a
and put a round in them, make in in with,
these other rap stars who are its sick,
like Monica Lewinsky suckin on a six tooth pick,
just got her boobs 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 Trade Center blows up quick.
Hold up, I think you another doughnut Mr. Officer.
go nuts.

Look what Ive become, this place I begun,
I as The One and still dont give a fuck.
These bitches get no love, no grenade or dove,
youre 30 ewuh, and still aint got a buzz.
You can dream, you can dream but youre suck,
I got the voice and the baby turn it up,
I dont need MTV I sell this much,
Id rather be on Carson Daily Oprah son.
Im a be better them, Im a veteran 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 fight back pussy a challenge,
Im the boss motha fucker, you dont no static.
B, O, S, S, Deuce is back bitch, yo Truth, 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 fucker I got no love for a fake-ass,
wanna be 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 lets get the fuck outa here.