Luyện nghe bài hát Help Me Rhonda

Pastor

Kd had called and gave me the
Said this nigga had ten birds, in for the week
From the
As as k told me this shit, I started smiling
all I could see was money piling
Shit, on top of
Now, ? ? ? with the money for the week, and
The heat made my nigga a break
If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look
I'ma the fucking quart for the ? ? the ha ha
As I told k bye bye, he shot me
If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking
This is ya nigga for
Go fight 'em fire for
Hit my hip when you finish said his calling expired
Hung up the phone, on who help me do it
There's kia and jessica and rhonda truitt
Now jessica to and kia lie to much,
I guess I'll take rhonda, cause rhonda don't a fuck
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 we'll be together for better or for
But we got to take these niggas to the hearse
Burst in they shit, get the bricks come out
I'm be waiting in the chevy, you I'm ready to take em' out
If front 'cha 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 that shit (uh huh)
It nothing to a casualty (what)
Fbi be me, quareter ki in my womanly (uh huh)
back from st. croix
First lady to pastor (well come on)
Even I'm a georgia boy, cause boy I'm ready (well uh huh)
All you got to say is where pussy 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 ever

Pastor

baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single
I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for blocks
Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on
Then I'm bust in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothing
Now what's in for you is 10 g's
(that's enough for me, I don't a fat fuck
What's the fucking up? )
this time I saw a truck, to a familiar
K had them motherfuckers had a truck similiar
Passengers are him and her, playing some shit
Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one false move we spit
Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head
Guess he most be know my bitch, rhonda them motherfuckers
That owe 'em money, that what, with k.d. &
Heard that when he spoke with me and now her 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)