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
Everybody a playa, I just wanna be friends

Every, everybody a superstar
Who got cars and ice, walks into the ghetto get bar
Makes all the girls think twice
Yeah, sista he got money and thangs but is he for you

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

Some sistas the balla
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

here love, chicka love, let me holla at you
'Cause what you got is worth more than a or two
Soil another nigga's game usually I do
But you my girl and I can tell its bothering you

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

He got or is he pulp fiction
he be strip clubs
Trickin' 'dubs he got big pub
Is it his image or him that you in love

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

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

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

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

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

I think maybe he
I think maybe he
I think maybe he

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