Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

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

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

Some want the balla
But mentally can he play ball
Dumbfounded by out the ghetto
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, love, let me holla at you
'Cause what you got is worth than a dollar or two
Soil another game usually 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 but boys blockin' the view
I know he payin' yo
Payin' to get the car

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

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

But all of that up
Doesn't a fresh mink
think who you are
You the baby so fuck the superstar

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

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

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

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

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