Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

Everybody wants the hero, who wants the man?
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 twice
Yeah, sista he got money and thangs but is he for you

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

Some sistas the balla
But can he really play ball
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

here love, chicka love, let me holla at you
'Cause what you got is worth more 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 think that he a 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 fiction
Heard he be strip
Trickin' 'dubs he got big pub
Is it his image or him that you in 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 that his breath stinks

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

'Cause he's a high post brotha, 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 could want, I think he don't

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

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

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

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