Luyện nghe bài hát Help Me Rhonda

Pastor

Kd had and gave me the word
Said this nigga had ten birds, in augusta for the
the islands
As soon as k told me this shit, I started
all I could 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 suspicious
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
is ya nigga for life
Go 'em fire for fire
Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card
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 I'll 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 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
Burst in 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 'cha baby, come on, we it we rich
on, shit, rhonda, my down ass bitch

Chorus: me rhonda, help help me rhonda (in background)
I'm the realist
I'm mo' realer reality
Fuck that dumb shit, it take to a casualty
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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 after me, ki in my womanly (uh huh)
Coming back st. croix
First to pastor troy (well come on)
Even I'm a georgia boy, cause boy I'm jack (well uh huh)
All you got to say is where pussy niggas hangin' at (well uh huh)
Drop it like a (uh huh)
Set it off by (well uh huh)
Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever

Pastor

Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no living single
I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for blocks
Grab the glock, and out the lot, and keep on bustin'
I'm gone 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? )
About this I saw a truck, to a familiar
K had said them motherfuckers had a truck
Passengers are him and her, some reggae shit
Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one false move we gone
Guess the driver thank he slick, dred motherfucker
Guess he most be know my bitch, watch them motherfuckers
That owe 'em money, that what, with k.d. &
that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna 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)