Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

Everybody wants the hero, who just the man?
Who fights with his devils and the best he can
wants a playa, I just wanna be friends

Every, wants a superstar
Who got and ice, walks into the ghetto get pussy bar
Makes all the girls look think
Yeah, sista he got money and but is he nice for you

He's a high post brotha money in his pocket
He got everything a girl could want, maybe he don't
High post brotha with money in his
He got everything a girl want, think maybe he don't

Some sistas want the
But mentally can he really ball
by out the ghetto conversations
His oh, so so small

Get the cream, get the
Get the cars, he to go far
But how far is too far

Come here love, love, let me holla at you
'Cause what you got is worth more a dollar or two
Soil another nigga's usually I wouldn't do
But you my girl and I can that its bothering you

mother, ah must think that he a father to you
You got vision but blockin' the view
I know he yo tuition
to get the car fixin'

He got or is he pulp fiction
Heard he be clubs
Trickin' like he got big pub
Is it his image or him you in love with

You on some but you was never superficial
I ain't superficial when due is trip what a chick do
You don't his mind the way he looks
And you said his breath stinks

But all of added up
equal a fresh mink
Let's who you are
You the moon so fuck the superstar

'Cause he's a high post brotha, in his pocket
He got a girl could want, I think maybe he don't
High post brotha, in his pocket
He got everything a girl could want, I think maybe he

Maybe he
I think he don't
Maybe he
I think maybe he
I maybe he don't

I think he don't
Maybe he
I think maybe he
he don't
I maybe he don't
I think maybe he

I think he don't
I think he don't
I think he don't

Don't, don't, don't, don't,
I maybe he don't
I think he don't