Luyện nghe bài hát Help Me Rhonda

Pastor

Kd had and gave me the word
Said this had ten birds, in augusta for the week
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 look suspicious
I'ma sell the quart for the ? ? the ha ha
As I k bye bye, he shot me advice
If you do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice
is ya nigga for life
Go fight 'em fire for
Hit my hip when you 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 I'll rhonda, cause rhonda don't 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 together for better or for
But first we got to take these to the hearse
Burst in they shit, get the come back out
I'm be waiting in the chevy, you I'm ready to take em' out
If they 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich
Come on, shit, rhonda, my ass bitch

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

Well I'm the bitch
I'm mo than reality (well uh huh)
Fuck dumb shit (uh huh)
It nothing to a casualty (what)
Fbi be after me, ki in my womanly (uh huh)
Coming back from st.
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)
it like a maniac (uh huh)
Set it off by (well uh huh)
them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else

Pastor

Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more single
I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them
Grab the glock, and out the lot, and keep on bustin'
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 give a fat
What's the fucking up? )
this time I saw a truck, to a familiar
K had said them motherfuckers had a truck
Passengers are him and her, playing some shit
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)