Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

Every, wants 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 but is he nice for you

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

Some want the balla
But mentally can he 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

Come 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 that he a to you
You got but boys blockin' the view
I know he yo tuition
to get the car fixin'

He got or is he pulp fiction
Heard he be strip
Trickin' 'dubs he got big pub
Is it his image or him 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 like his mind the way he
And you said his breath stinks

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

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

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

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