Luyện nghe bài hát Brotha Man

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

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 back (come back)

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

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Ocean]
Smooth durag 'round the back in the days on the train
Ride the bus before I ride another nigga
Beautiful, the water's flat like ass is (yeah)
You the smaller version, you the sneaker

[Verse 2: A$AP
Flacko I wonder how it feel to or be like you
number three and keep 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 got life, he got three strikes too
niggas bleed like me, like you
That's why I got a beam with a light too
I don't even make a scene, I 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, gotta for somethin'
Stand for somethin', understand, God don't make the plays
the truth, get through, ride your wave, just keep the truth

[Chorus: French & Frank Ocean]
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, back
back, babe
Come (come back) come back (come back)
Come (come back) babe

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