Luyện nghe bài hát Brotha Man

[Intro: A$AP
man, brotha brotha, you gotta fight for somethin'
Stand for somethin', brotha understand, God make the plays
Take the truth, get through, your wave, just keep it true
We'll the blues, we'll fight the blues
Brotha man, man, let me tell you somethin'
man, brotha man, brotha man
You gotta fight for somethin', stand for
That's the poem told me
It was a greater poet you know it but
I'd talk about how my neck is frozen and I
I'd rather about the banging hoes and then
Stay up in the bitches while she

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

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

[Bridge: Rocky & Frank Ocean]
durag 'round the boulevard back in the days on the train
Ride the bus before I ride nigga wave
Beautiful, the water's flat ass is pre-Onika (yeah)
You the smaller version, you the baby

2: A$AP Rocky]
Flacko I how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three and it G like Q
Heard you niggas get fly like G, 2
Nah more 4, like 3, not 2
Shittin' on these niggas like P, U
Drip Raheem and Q, got Hi-C juice
Mama got life, he got three strikes too
Real niggas like me, like you
why I got a beam with a green light too
I don't make a scene, I just swing right through
I'm just bangin' on my Qs and my Ps soup
Walk in my shoes, me like suit

[Pre-Chorus: A$AP
man, young man, let me tell you somethin'
Young man, brotha-brotha, gotta fight for
Stand for somethin', brotha understand, God don't make the
Take the truth, get through, 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, posted by the
My old bitch yellin' "Come back, come
Come back,
back (come back) come back (come back)
Come (come back) babe

Frank Ocean]
You're a cornstar, all you fuck is corn (you fucking pop)
Frenchie faux pas you ain't had no pa
dealer got catches like an outfielder
(Are you, are you, are you?)
Getting that God's from towers
Lookin' downward I'm Donald Trump