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 me this shit, I started smiling
'Cause all I could see was money piling, shit, on top of
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 don't look
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 fire for
Hit my hip when you finish said his card expired
Hung up the phone, on who help me do it
There's Kia and and then Rhonda truitt
Now to stupid and Kia lie to much
I guess I'll take Rhonda, 'cause Rhonda don't a fuck

But I got to pump her up, I'm give 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 niggas to the
in they shit, get the bricks 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 down ass

me Rhonda, help
Help, me Rhonda, help
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 than reality
Fuck that shit, it take nothing to a casualty
FBI be me, quareter ki in my womanly
Coming back from St. Croix, First to Pastor Troy
I'm a Georgia Boy, 'cause boy I'm ready jack
All you got to say is where them 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 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 bust in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothing
Now what's in for you is 10 G's
enough for me, I don't give a fat fuck
What's the hold up? About this time I saw a truck, to a familiar
K had said motherfuckers had a truck 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, dred head
Guess he be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckers
That owe 'em money, what, with K.D. and Chesapeake
Heard that when he spoke with me and now her wanna smoke me
If he had the all I can do now is wonder
But for now me and Rhonda 'em up with 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