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 cant the rain.
me fore I drift away.

Im the George of this rap shit.
You can Randy Jackson 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 tryin a tell me what I got,
like its Down syndrome, it makes me load a clip
and put a round in them, in drown in with,
other rap stars who are clowns its sick,
like Monica Lewinsky suckin on a six inch 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 goin down
my hand on my dick,
while the World Trade Center blows up quick.
Hold up, I think you need another Mr. Officer.
go nuts.

Look what Ive become, place that 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 but youre gonna 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 than son.
Im a be better them, Im a veteran kid,
I came to get kids off of medicine binges.
Whos better than him? Not that bitch.
I told you once and Im a you again.
At least fight back gimme a challenge,
Im the boss motha fucker, you dont no static.
B, O, S, S, is back bitch, yo Truth, pass the automatic.

(Yee) These labels wanna put me for good,
they wanna me in the hood,
but I keep swingin right like 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, hahaaw yeah, I aint gotta fuckin try.
You know why? cause I sound good I talk,
I spit, whenever I sing bitch. Im the fuckin white Obama bitch.
Yeeah, aye Yuma lets get the outa here.