Luyện nghe bài hát Brotha Man

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

French 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, back
back, babe
Come (come back) come back (come back)
Come (come back) babe

[Verse 1: Rocky & Snoop Dogg]
Harlem nights, quick speed, God
it like Grease Lightnin', leather on my six-speed bike
Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, stripes
Pop (sicles) pop (sicles) for the
Pop-pop wheelies on the dirty bikes, 15 sellin' white
stoppin' if you opposite of white
Pop pop like you of right
heed, lil' nigga, lowkey, take lead on a nigga

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

[Verse 2: A$AP
Flacko I wonder how it 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 P, like U
Raheem and Q, got Hi-C like juice
Mama hubby got life, he got three too
niggas bleed like me, like you
That's why I got a beam a green light too
I don't even a scene, I just swing right through
I'm just bangin' on my Qs and my Ps soup
Walk in my shoes, follow me like

A$AP Rocky]
Brotha man, young man, let me tell you
Young man, brotha-brotha, fight for somethin'
for somethin', brotha understand, God don't make the plays
Take the truth, get through, ride your wave, just the truth

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

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