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 a playa, I just wanna be friends

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

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

Some sistas want the
But can he really play ball
Dumbfounded by out the ghetto
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 more than a dollar or two
Soil another nigga's usually I wouldn't 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 he payin' yo tuition
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 never
I ain't superficial when due is trip what a chick do
You don't his mind the way he looks
And you said his breath stinks

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

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

he don't
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I think he don't

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