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
wants a playa, I just wanna be friends

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

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

Some sistas want the
But mentally can he really 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 than a or two
Soil another game usually I wouldn't do
But you my girl and I can tell 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
to get the car fixin'

He got juice or is he pulp
he be strip clubs
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 superficial when rent's due is trip what a chick do
You don't like his mind the way he
And you said that his breath

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

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

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

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

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

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