Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

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

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

sistas want the balla
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 love, chicka love, let me holla 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

This mother, ah must that he a father to you
You got but boys blockin' the view
I know he yo tuition
Payin' to get the car

He got juice or is he pulp
Heard he be clubs
'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 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 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 post brotha, 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 maybe he don't
he don't
I think he don't
he don't
I think maybe he
I maybe he don't

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

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