Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

Every, everybody a superstar
Who got cars and ice, walks into the ghetto get bar
Makes all the girls look think
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 could want, think maybe he don't
High brotha with money in his pocket
He got everything a girl could want, think maybe he

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

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

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

This mother, ah must that he a father to you
You got vision but boys the view
I know he payin' yo
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 or him that you in love with

You on some shit but you was superficial
I ain't when rent's due is trip what a chick do
You don't like his the way he looks
And you said that his breath

But all of added up
Doesn't a fresh mink
Let's who you are
You the moon baby so the superstar

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

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

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

I maybe 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 maybe he don't