Luyện nghe bài hát Help Me

Help me, Help me, me, Help me
Help me, Help me, Help me, me

Help me, I got no brains.
Help me, I aint cant no pain.
Help me, I stand the rain.
Help me I drift away.

Im the George of this rap shit.
You can tell Jackson to kiss my black ass.
Im the white Obama bitch, you can this,
I flip my middle finger off and let one out quick.
Im sick of these tryin a tell me what I got,
like its Down syndrome, it makes me load a clip
and put a round in them, in drown in with,
other rap stars who are clowns its sick,
like Monica suckin on a six inch tooth pick,
bitch just got her did, so she can do it, do it,
and make a new clip till these kids it,
and you say Im profound, shit, I goin down
my hand on my dick,
while the next World Center blows up quick.
Hold up, I think you need doughnut Mr. Officer.
go nuts.

Look Ive become, this place that I begun,
I started as The One and still dont a fuck.
bitches get no love, no more grenade or dove,
youre 30 ewuh, and still aint got a buzz.
You can dream, you can dream but youre suck,
I got the voice and the looks turn it up,
I dont MTV when I sell this much,
Id rather be on Daily than Oprah son.
Im a be better than them, Im a kid,
I came to get these kids off of binges.
Whos better than him? Not Ollirum bitch.
I told you and Im a tell you again.
At least back pussy gimme a challenge,
Im the motha fucker, you dont want no static.
B, O, S, S, Deuce is bitch, yo Truth, pass the automatic.

(Yee) These labels put me away for good,
they keep me in the hood,
but I keep swingin right back like you I should,
makin in the books.
You suck, no buts,
the whole music can lick my nuts.
Motha I aint got no love for a fake-ass,
wanna be Trump.

Uh hu, uh hu, hahaaw yeah, I aint even fuckin try.
You know why? cause I good whenever I talk,
whenever I spit, whenever I bitch. Im the fuckin white Obama bitch.
Yeeah, aye Yuma lets get the fuck here.