Luyện nghe bài hát Rhonda

KD had called and me the word
this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week
From the islands, as soon as K told me this shit, I started
'Cause all I could see was money piling, shit, on top of
Now, can't you up with the money for the week, and Chesapeake
The heat made my nigga take a
If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look
I'ma the fucking quart for the A.A., ha ha

As I told K bye bye, he me advice
If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, thinking twice
This is ya nigga for life, go fight 'em fire for
Hit my hip when you finish said his card expired
Hung up the phone, on who help me do it
Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt
Now to stupid and Kia lie to much
I I'll take Rhonda, 'cause Rhonda don't give a fuck

But first I got to her up, I'm give 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 first we got to take niggas to the hearse
in they 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, on, we make it we rich
Come on, shit, Rhonda, my ass bitch

Help me Rhonda,
Help, me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda,
Help, me Rhonda, help

me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda,
me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda,

Well, I'm the bitch, I'm mo realer than reality
Fuck that dumb shit, it take to a casualty
FBI be after me, ki in my womanly
Coming back St. Croix, First lady to Pastor Troy
Even I'm a Georgia Boy, boy I'm ready jack
All you got to say is them pussy niggas hangin' at
Drop it like a maniac, set it off by
Fuck pussy motherfuckers and who ever else

Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living
I'll be ready to tie the after we lick them for them blocks
Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on
Then I'm bust in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothing
Now what's in for you is 10 G's
That's for me, I don't give a fat fuck
What's the fucking hold up? About this time I saw a truck, to a
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 false we gone 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. and 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

Help me Rhonda,
me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda,
Help me Rhonda,

Help me Rhonda,
me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda,
me Rhonda, help