Luyện nghe bài hát Rhonda

KD had called and me the word
Said this had ten birds, in Augusta for the week
From the islands, as soon as K told me this shit, I started
'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 my nigga 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 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 fight 'em for fire
Hit my hip when you finish said his calling expired
up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it
There's Kia and Jessica and Rhonda truitt
Now Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to
I guess I'll take Rhonda, 'cause don't give a fuck

But first I got to pump her up, I'm 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 niggas to the hearse
in they 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, on, we make it we rich
Come on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass

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

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

Well, I'm the realist bitch, I'm mo realer than
Fuck that dumb shit, it 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 Boy, 'cause boy I'm ready jack
All you got to say is where them pussy hangin' at
Drop it a maniac, set it off by myself
Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever

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

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