Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

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

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

Some sistas want the
But mentally can he really play
by out the ghetto conversations
His mentality's oh, so so

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 nigga's game usually I wouldn't do
But you my girl and I can tell its bothering you

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

He got juice or is he pulp
Heard he be strip
'dubs 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 superficial when rent's due is trip a chick do
You don't like his the way he looks
And you said his breath stinks

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

he's a high post brotha, money 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 he don't

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

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