Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

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

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

sistas want the balla
But can he really play ball
Dumbfounded by out the ghetto
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
Soil another nigga's usually I wouldn't do
But you my girl and I can tell that its you

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

He got juice or is he 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 when rent's due is trip a chick do
You like his mind the way he looks
And you said that his stinks

But all of added up
Doesn't equal a mink
Let's who you are
You the baby so fuck the superstar

'Cause a high post 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 girl could want, I think maybe he

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

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

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

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