Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

Every, everybody a superstar
Who got cars and ice, walks the ghetto get pussy bar
Makes all the girls look think
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
High post brotha with money in his
He got everything a girl want, think maybe he don't

Some sistas want the
But can he really play ball
Dumbfounded by out the 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, chicka love, let me at you
'Cause you got is worth more than 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 boys the view
I he payin' yo tuition
to get the car fixin'

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

You on shit but you was never superficial
I ain't superficial when due is trip what a chick do
You don't his mind the way he looks
And you said that his stinks

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

'Cause he's a 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 girl want, I think maybe he don't

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

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

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

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