Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

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

He's a high post brotha with money in his
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 he don't

Some sistas want the
But mentally can he play ball
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 worth more a dollar or two
another nigga's game usually I wouldn't do
But you my girl and I can that its bothering you

This mother, ah must that he a father to you
You got vision but boys the view
I he payin' 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 with

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

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

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

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

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

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

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