Luyện nghe bài hát Rhonda

KD had called and me the word
Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the
From the islands, as soon as K told me this shit, I smiling
all I could see was money piling, shit, on top of money
Now, can't you up with the money for the week, and Chesapeake
The heat made my take a break
If I catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look suspicious
I'ma sell the fucking for the A.A., ha ha

As I told K bye bye, he shot me
If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking
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
There's Kia and and then Rhonda truitt
Now Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to
I I'll take Rhonda, 'cause Rhonda don't give 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
we'll be together for better or for worse
But first we got to these niggas to the hearse
Burst in they shit, get the 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
on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass bitch

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

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

Well, I'm the realist bitch, I'm mo than reality
Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a
FBI be after me, ki in my womanly
Coming 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 pussy niggas hangin' at
it like a maniac, set it off by myself
Fuck pussy motherfuckers and who ever else

baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single
I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick for them blocks
Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on
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 enough for me, I give a fat fuck
What's the fucking hold up? About this time I saw a truck, to a
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 driver thank he slick, dred motherfucker
Guess he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them
That owe 'em money, that what, with K.D. and
Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna me
If he had the keys all I can do now is
But for now me and Rhonda filling 'em up the thunder

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

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