Luyện nghe bài hát Brotha Man

[Intro: Rocky]
Young man, brotha, you gotta fight for somethin'
for somethin', brotha understand, God don't make the plays
Take the truth, get through, ride your wave, just it true
We'll fight the blues, we'll the blues
Brotha man, man, let me tell you somethin'
Young man, man, brotha man
You gotta for somethin', stand for somethin'
That's the poem told me
It was a greater like you know it but
I'd rather talk about how my neck is and I
I'd rather about the banging hoes and then
Stay up in the while she dozing

[Chorus: Montana]
When I went to my brotha, him "Help me please"
Now we hop out the PJs posted by the
My old bitch yellin' "Come back, come
back, babe
Come (come back) come back (come back)
Come back (come back)

1: A$AP Rocky & Snoop Dogg]
Harlem nights, quick speed, God
Speed it like Grease Lightnin', leather on my bike
Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, stripes
Pop (sicles) pop (sicles) for the
Pop-pop wheelies on the dirty bikes, 15 china white
Cops if you opposite of white
Pop pop like you opposite of
Take heed, lil' nigga, lowkey, lead on a nigga

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Frank
Smooth durag 'round the boulevard in the days on the train
Ride the bus before I ride nigga wave
Beautiful, the flat like ass is pre-Onika (yeah)
You the version, you the baby sneaker

[Verse 2: Rocky]
Flacko I wonder how it feel to or be like you
Album three and keep it G like Q
Heard you niggas get fly like G, 2
Nah like 4, like 3, not 2
Shittin' on niggas like P, like U
Drip and Q, got Hi-C like juice
Mama got life, he got three strikes too
Real niggas bleed me, like you
That's why I got a beam a green light too
I don't even make a scene, I just swing through
I'm just bangin' on my Qs and my Ps soup
Walk in my shoes, follow me like

[Pre-Chorus: A$AP
man, young man, let me tell you somethin'
Young man, brotha-brotha, gotta for somethin'
Stand for somethin', brotha understand, God don't make the
the truth, get through, ride your wave, just keep the truth

[Chorus: Montana & Frank Ocean]
Remember when I went to my brotha, him "Help me please"
Now we hop out the PJs, by the beach
My old bitch yellin' "Come back, back
Come back,
Come (come back) come back (come back)
Come back (come back)

Frank Ocean]
You're a cornstar, all you fuck is corn broads (you pop)
Frenchie faux pas cause you had no pa
Your got catches like an outfielder
(Are you, are you, are you?)
Getting that God's view from
Lookin' downward like I'm Donald