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 wants a playa, I just wanna be

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

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

Some sistas the balla
But mentally can he really play
by out the ghetto conversations
His oh, so so small

Get the cream, get the
Get the cars, he to go far
But how far is too far

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

mother, ah must think that he a father to you
You got vision but boys the view
I know he payin' yo
Payin' to get the car

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

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

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

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

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

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

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