Luyện nghe bài hát Rhonda

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

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

But first I got to her up, I'm give her what, 10 g's
her if she really love me she would do this for me
Eternally we'll be together for or for worse
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 know I'm ready to 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, help me Rhonda,

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

Well, I'm the realist bitch, I'm mo realer reality
Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a
FBI be me, quareter ki in my womanly
back from St. Croix, First lady to Pastor Troy
Even I'm a Georgia Boy, 'cause boy I'm ready
All you got to say is where pussy niggas hangin' at
it like a maniac, set it off by myself
Fuck them pussy and who ever else

baby, you set it off, there will be no more 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'
Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and leave his ass fa' nothing
Now in store for you is 10 G's
That's enough for me, I don't a fat fuck
What's the fucking hold up? About time I saw a truck, to a familiar
K had said them had a truck similiar

are him and her, playing some reggae shit
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 my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckers
owe 'em money, that what, with K.D. and Chesapeake
Heard that when he spoke with me and now her 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

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

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