Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

Everybody the hero, who just wants 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, into the ghetto get pussy bar
all the girls look think twice
Yeah, he got money and thangs but is he nice for you

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

Some want the balla
But can he really play 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 than a or two
Soil another nigga's game usually I do
But you my and I can tell that its bothering you

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

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

You on some shit but you was never
I ain't superficial when rent's due is trip what a do
You don't like his mind the way he
And you said that his 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 brotha, money in his pocket
He got everything a girl could want, I maybe he don't
post brotha, money in his pocket
He got everything a girl could want, I maybe he don't

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

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

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

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