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 wanna be

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

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

Some want the balla
But mentally can he play ball
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 you got is worth more than a dollar or two
Soil another nigga's game I wouldn't do
But you my and I can tell that its bothering you

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

He got juice or is he pulp
Heard he be clubs
Trickin' 'dubs 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 rent's due is trip what a chick do
You like his mind the way he looks
And you said that his stinks

But all of that 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 want, I think maybe he don't
post brotha, money in his pocket
He got everything a girl could want, I think maybe he

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

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

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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 he don't