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 told me this shit, I smiling
Cause all I see was money piling
Shit, on top of
Now, ? ? ? the money for the week, and chesapeake
The made my nigga 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 gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck twice
This is ya nigga for
Go 'em fire for fire
Hit my hip when you finish said his calling expired
Hung up the phone, contemplating on who 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 I got to pump her up
I'm her what, 10 g's
Tell her if she really love me she would do for me
Eternally we'll be 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 in the chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' out
If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we
on, shit, rhonda, my down ass bitch

Chorus:

Well I'm the bitch
I'm mo realer reality (well uh huh)
that dumb shit (uh huh)
It take nothing to a (what)
Fbi be after me, quareter ki in my (uh huh)
Coming from st. croix
First lady to pastor troy (well on)
Even I'm a 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, will be no more living single
I'll be to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocks
the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin'
Then I'm bust in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothing
Now in store for you is 10 g's
(that's for me, I don't give a fat fuck
What's the hold 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 false move we spit
Guess the driver thank he slick, head motherfucker
Guess he most be know my bitch, rhonda watch them
owe 'em money, that what, with k.d. & chesapeake
Heard that when he spoke with me and now her 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)