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 shit, I started smiling
'Cause all I could see was piling, shit, on top of money
Now, you come up with the money for the week, and Chesapeake
The heat made my nigga take a
If I catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look suspicious
I'ma sell the quart for the A.A., ha ha

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

But I got to pump her up, I'm give her what, 10 g's
Tell her if she really love me she would do for me
we'll be together for better or for worse
But first we got to take these to the hearse
Burst in they shit, get the bricks come 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 down ass

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

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

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

Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more single
I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick for them blocks
Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on
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 give a fat
What's the fucking hold up? this time I saw a truck, to a familiar
K had said them had a truck similiar

Passengers are him and her, some reggae shit
Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one move we gone spit
Guess the driver thank he slick, head motherfucker
Guess he be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckers
That owe 'em money, that what, K.D. and Chesapeake
Heard that when he spoke me and now her folk wanna smoke me
If he had the all I can do now is wonder
But for now me and Rhonda filling 'em up with the

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

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