Luyện nghe bài hát Rhonda

KD had called and gave me the
Said this nigga had ten birds, in for the week
From the islands, as soon as K told me shit, I started smiling
'Cause all I see was money piling, shit, on top of money
Now, you come up with the money for the week, and Chesapeake
The made my nigga take a break
If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't 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, fuck thinking
is ya nigga for life, go fight 'em fire for fire
Hit my hip when you said his calling card expired
Hung up the phone, contemplating on who me do it
Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt
Now to stupid and Kia lie to much
I guess I'll take Rhonda, 'cause Rhonda give a fuck

But first I got to her up, I'm give her what, 10 g's
Tell her if she really me she would do this for me
Eternally be together for better or for worse
But first we got to take niggas to the hearse
Burst in shit, get the bricks come back out
I'm be waiting in the Chevy, you know I'm to take em' out
If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we
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,
me Rhonda, help

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

Okay baby, you set it off, there be no more living single
be ready to tie the knot 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 leave his 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? this time I saw a truck, to a familiar
K had said motherfuckers had a truck similiar

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

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

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