Luyện nghe bài hát Help Me Rhonda

Pastor

Kd had called and me the word
Said this nigga had ten birds, in for the week
From the
As as k told me this shit, I started smiling
Cause all I see was money piling
Shit, on top of
Now, ? ? ? with the for the week, and chesapeake
The made my nigga take 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 me advice
If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking
This is ya nigga for
Go 'em fire for fire
Hit my hip when you said his calling card expired
Hung up the phone, contemplating on who me do it
kia and jessica and then rhonda truitt
Now to stupid and kia lie to much,
I guess I'll take rhonda, cause rhonda give a fuck
But I got to pump her up
I'm her what, 10 g's
Tell her if she really me she would do this for me
Eternally we'll be for better or for worse
But first we got to 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 down ass

Chorus:

Well I'm the bitch
I'm mo than reality (well uh huh)
Fuck that shit (uh huh)
It nothing 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 pussy niggas hangin' at (well uh huh)
Drop it a maniac (uh huh)
Set it off by (well uh huh)
Fuck them pussy and who ever else

troy:

Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no living single
I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick for them blocks
Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on
Then I'm gone 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
the fucking hold up? )
About time I saw a truck, to a familiar
K had said them motherfuckers had a similiar
Passengers are him and her, some reggae shit
Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one move we gone spit
Guess the driver thank he slick, dred motherfucker
Guess he most be know my bitch, rhonda watch them
That owe 'em money, what, with k.d. & chesapeake
Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk smoke me
If he had the keys all I can do now is
But for now me and rhonda 'em up with the thunder

(repeat 4x)