Luyện nghe bài hát Help Me Rhonda

Pastor

Kd had called and gave me the
Said this nigga had ten birds, in augusta for the
the islands
As soon as k told me this shit, I smiling
Cause all I could see was piling
Shit, on top of
Now, ? ? ? with the money for the week, and
The heat made my take a break
If I catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look suspicious
I'ma sell the quart for the ? ? the ha ha
As I told k bye bye, he shot me
If you do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice
This is ya nigga for
Go fight 'em for fire
Hit my hip when you finish said his calling expired
up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it
There's kia and jessica and rhonda truitt
Now to stupid and kia lie to much,
I guess I'll take rhonda, cause rhonda don't give a
But first I got to her up
I'm her what, 10 g's
Tell her if she really love me she do this for me
Eternally be together for better or for worse
But we got to take these niggas to the hearse
in they shit, get the bricks come back out
I'm be waiting in the chevy, you know I'm to take em' out
If they front baby, come on, we make it we rich
Come on, shit, rhonda, my ass bitch

Chorus:

Well I'm the bitch
I'm mo realer than (well uh huh)
Fuck dumb shit (uh huh)
It take to a casualty (what)
Fbi be after me, ki in my womanly (uh huh)
back from st. croix
First lady to pastor (well come on)
I'm a georgia boy, cause boy I'm ready jack (well uh huh)
All you got to say is where them niggas hangin' at (well uh huh)
it like a maniac (uh huh)
Set it off by (well uh huh)
Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who else

troy:

Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more single
I'll be ready to tie the knot after we them for them blocks
Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and on bustin'
Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa'
Now in store for you is 10 g's
(that's enough for me, I don't a fat fuck
the fucking hold up? )
About time I saw a truck, to a familiar
K had said motherfuckers had a truck similiar
are him and her, playing some reggae shit
Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one false we gone spit
Guess the driver thank he slick, head motherfucker
he most be know my bitch, rhonda watch them motherfuckers
That owe 'em money, that what, k.d. & chesapeake
Heard that when he spoke me and now her folk wanna smoke me
If he had the keys all I can do now is
But for now me and filling 'em up with the thunder

(repeat 4x)