Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

Every, wants a superstar
Who got cars and ice, into 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 post brotha with money in his pocket
He got everything a girl could want, think he don't
High post brotha with money in his
He got a girl could want, think maybe he don't

sistas want the balla
But mentally can he really ball
Dumbfounded by out the ghetto
His oh, so so small

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
what you got is worth more than 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 boys blockin' the
I he payin' yo tuition
to get the car fixin'

He got juice or is he fiction
Heard he be strip
Trickin' like he got big pub
Is it his or him that you in love with

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

But all of added up
equal a fresh mink
Let's who you are
You the moon baby so the superstar

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

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

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

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

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