Luyện nghe bài hát Brotha Man

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

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

[Verse 1: Rocky & Snoop Dogg]
nights, quick speed, God speed
Speed it Grease Lightnin', leather on my six-speed bike
Bicycle tires, diamonds, popsicle stripes
Pop (sicles) pop (sicles) for the
Pop-pop wheelies on the dirty bikes, 15 sellin' 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]
Smooth '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 baby

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

[Pre-Chorus: A$AP
Brotha man, young man, let me you somethin'
Young man, brotha-brotha, gotta for somethin'
Stand for somethin', brotha understand, God don't make the
Take the truth, get through, ride 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 back (come back)

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