Luyện nghe bài hát Rhonda

KD had called and gave me the
Said this had ten birds, in Augusta for the week
the islands, as soon as K told me this shit, I started smiling
'Cause all I see was money piling, shit, on top of money
Now, can't you up with 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 don't suspicious
I'ma sell the fucking for the A.A., ha ha

As I told K bye bye, he me advice
If you do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice
This is ya for life, go fight 'em fire for fire
Hit my hip when you finish said his calling expired
Hung up the phone, on who help me do it
There's Kia and Jessica and then truitt
Now Jessica to and Kia lie to much
I guess take Rhonda, 'cause Rhonda 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
we'll be together for better or for worse
But first we got to take these 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 'cha baby, come on, we make it we
on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass bitch

Help me Rhonda,
Help, help me Rhonda,
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 than reality
Fuck that dumb shit, it nothing to a casualty
FBI be after me, ki in my womanly
Coming back from St. Croix, First to Pastor Troy
Even I'm a Georgia Boy, 'cause boy I'm ready
All you got to say is them pussy niggas hangin' at
Drop it a maniac, set it off by myself
Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who else

Okay baby, you set it off, will be no more living single
I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick for them blocks
the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin'
Then I'm bust in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothing
Now in store for you is 10 G's
That's for me, I don't 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

Passengers are him and her, playing reggae shit
Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one false move we spit
Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head
Guess he most be my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckers
That owe 'em money, that what, K.D. and Chesapeake
Heard when he spoke 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 filling 'em up with the thunder

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

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