Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

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

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

Some sistas want the
But mentally can he really play
Dumbfounded by out the 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 love, chicka love, let me holla at you
'Cause what you got is worth than a dollar or two
Soil another nigga's usually I wouldn't do
But you my girl and I can that its bothering you

This mother, ah must think he a father to you
You got vision but blockin' the view
I know he payin' yo
Payin' to get the car

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

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

But all of added up
Doesn't equal a fresh
think who you are
You the baby so fuck the superstar

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

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

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

I think maybe he
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 maybe he