Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

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

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

Some want the balla
But mentally can he really ball
Dumbfounded by out the 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 than a dollar or two
Soil another nigga's game usually I do
But you my girl and I can tell that its you

This mother, ah think that he a father to you
You got vision but blockin' the view
I know he yo tuition
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 image or him that you in love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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