Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

Everybody wants the hero, who 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 and ice, walks into the ghetto get pussy bar
Makes all the girls look twice
Yeah, sista he got money and thangs but is he 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 everything a could want, think maybe he don't

Some sistas the balla
But mentally can he really 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 love, chicka love, let me holla at you
'Cause you got is worth more than a dollar or two
Soil another game usually 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 vision but boys the view
I know he yo tuition
to get the car fixin'

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

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

But all of that up
Doesn't a fresh mink
Let's who you are
You the moon so fuck the superstar

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

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

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

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

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