Luyện nghe bài hát Rhonda

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

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

But first 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 be together for better or for worse
But first we got to take these to the hearse
Burst in they shit, get the bricks back out
I'm be waiting in the Chevy, you I'm ready to take em' out
If they front 'cha baby, on, we make it we rich
on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass bitch

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

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

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

Okay baby, you set it off, there be no more living single
I'll be ready to tie the after we lick them for them blocks
Grab the glock, and out the lot, and keep on bustin'
Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and 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 fucking hold up? this time I saw a truck, to a familiar
K had said them motherfuckers had a similiar

Passengers are him and her, playing some reggae
Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one move we gone spit
Guess the driver thank he slick, dred motherfucker
he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckers
That owe 'em money, that what, K.D. and Chesapeake
Heard 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 filling 'em up the thunder

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

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