Luyện nghe bài hát Brotha Man

[Intro: A$AP
Young man, 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
man, young man, let me tell you somethin'
Young man, man, brotha man
You gotta fight for somethin', for somethin'
That's what the poem me
It was a greater poet like you 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 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 "Come back, come back
back, babe
Come back (come back) back (come back)
Come back (come back)

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

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

2: A$AP Rocky]
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be you
Album number and keep it G like Q
Heard you niggas get fly like G, 2
Nah like 4, like 3, not 2
on these niggas like P, like U
Drip Raheem and Q, got 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 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

[Pre-Chorus: Rocky]
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, ride your wave, just the truth

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

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