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

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

Some sistas the balla
But mentally can he really play
Dumbfounded by out the ghetto
His mentality's oh, so so

Get the cream, get the
Get the cars, he to go far
But how far is too far

Come here love, love, let me holla at you
'Cause what you got is more than a dollar or two
Soil another game usually I wouldn't do
But you my girl and I can tell its bothering you

This mother, ah think that he a father to you
You got vision but blockin' the view
I know he payin' yo
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 or him that you in love with

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

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

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

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

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

I think 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 maybe he