Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

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

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

here love, chicka love, let me holla at you
'Cause 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

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

He got juice or is he fiction
he be strip clubs
Trickin' 'dubs he got big pub
Is it his image or him that you in with

You on some shit but you was superficial
I ain't superficial when rent's due is trip a chick do
You don't like his the way he looks
And you that his breath stinks

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

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

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

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

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

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