Luyện nghe bài hát Help Me Rhonda

Pastor

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

Chorus: me rhonda, help help me rhonda (in background)
I'm the bitch
I'm mo' than reality
Fuck dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty
4x>

Well I'm the bitch
I'm mo realer than (well uh huh)
that dumb shit (uh huh)
It take nothing to a (what)
Fbi be me, quareter ki in my womanly (uh huh)
Coming back st. croix
lady to pastor troy (well come on)
Even I'm a boy, cause boy I'm ready jack (well uh huh)
All you got to say is where them pussy hangin' at (well uh huh)
Drop it like a (uh huh)
Set it off by (well uh huh)
Fuck them pussy and who ever else

troy:

Okay baby, you set it off, there be no more living single
I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them
Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on
I'm gone bust in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothing
Now in store for you is 10 g's
(that's enough for me, I don't give a fat
What's the fucking up? )
About this time I saw a truck, to a
K had them motherfuckers had a truck similiar
Passengers are him and her, playing some reggae
Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one move we gone spit
Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head
Guess he most be know my bitch, rhonda watch motherfuckers
That owe 'em money, that what, k.d. & chesapeake
that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me
If he had the all I can do now is wonder
But for now me and filling 'em up with the thunder

(repeat 4x)