Luyện nghe bài hát Brotha Man

[Intro: Rocky]
Young man, brotha brotha, you gotta fight for
Stand for somethin', brotha understand, God don't the plays
Take the truth, get through, ride wave, just keep it true
We'll the blues, we'll fight the blues
Brotha man, man, let me tell you somethin'
Young man, brotha man, man
You gotta fight for somethin', stand for
That's what the poem me
It was a greater poet you know it but
I'd rather talk 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) back (come back)
Come back (come back)

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

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

[Verse 2: Rocky]
I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number and keep it G like Q
Heard you niggas get fly G, like 2
Nah more like 4, 3, not 2
Shittin' on these niggas P, like U
Drip and Q, got Hi-C like juice
hubby got life, he got three strikes too
Real bleed like me, like you
That's why I got a beam 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, follow me like

[Pre-Chorus: Rocky]
man, young man, let me tell you somethin'
Young man, brotha-brotha, gotta for somethin'
Stand for somethin', understand, God don't make the plays
Take the truth, get through, ride your wave, just keep the

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

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