Luyện nghe bài hát Rhonda

KD had and gave me the word
Said 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 for the week, and Chesapeake
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 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
There's Kia and Jessica and then truitt
Now to stupid and Kia lie to much
I guess I'll Rhonda, 'cause Rhonda don't give a fuck

But first I got to pump her up, I'm 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 niggas to the hearse
Burst in they shit, get the come back out
I'm be in the Chevy, you know I'm ready 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, me Rhonda, help
Help me Rhonda,
Help, help me Rhonda,

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

Well, I'm the realist bitch, I'm mo realer reality
that dumb shit, it take nothing 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, 'cause boy I'm 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 knot after we them for them blocks
the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin'
Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and his punk ass fa' nothing
Now what's in for you is 10 G's
That's enough for me, I give a fat fuck
What's the fucking up? About this time I saw a truck, to a familiar
K had them motherfuckers 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 he slick, dred head motherfucker
he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckers
That owe 'em money, that what, with K.D. and
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 filling 'em up with the thunder

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

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