Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

Everybody the hero, who just wants the man?
Who fights with his devils and 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 look think twice
Yeah, sista he got and thangs but is he nice for you

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

Some sistas want the
But mentally can he really play
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

here love, chicka love, let me holla at you
'Cause what you got is worth more than a or two
another nigga's game usually I wouldn't do
But you my girl and I can tell that its you

This mother, ah must think he a father to you
You got vision but blockin' the view
I know he payin' yo
to get the car fixin'

He got juice or is he pulp
Heard he be clubs
'dubs like he got big pub
Is it his image or him that you in love

You on some shit but you was superficial
I ain't superficial when due is trip what a chick do
You don't like his the way he looks
And you said that his stinks

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

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

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

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

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

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