Luyện nghe bài hát Rhonda

KD had called and me the word
Said 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 see was money piling, shit, on top of money
Now, can't you come up the money for the week, and Chesapeake
The heat my nigga take a break
If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I look suspicious
I'ma sell the quart for the A.A., ha ha

As I told K bye bye, he shot me
If you do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice
This is ya nigga for life, go 'em fire for fire
Hit my hip when you said his calling card expired
Hung up the phone, on who help me do it
Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt
Now Jessica to and Kia lie to much
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
her if she really love me she would do this for me
Eternally we'll be together for or for worse
But we got to take these niggas to the hearse
Burst in they shit, get the bricks back out
I'm be waiting in the Chevy, you know I'm to take em' out
If they front baby, come on, we make it we rich
Come on, shit, Rhonda, my ass bitch

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

Help me Rhonda,
me Rhonda, help
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, ki in my womanly
Coming 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 pussy niggas at
it like a maniac, set it off by myself
Fuck them motherfuckers and who ever else

Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more single
I'll be to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocks
the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin'
Then I'm gone in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothing
Now in store for you is 10 G's
That's enough for me, I don't a fat fuck
the fucking hold up? About this time I saw a truck, to a familiar
K had said them motherfuckers had a truck

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

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

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