Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

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

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

sistas want the balla
But mentally can he really play
Dumbfounded by out the 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 here love, love, let me holla at you
'Cause what you got is worth than a dollar or two
Soil 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 vision but boys the view
I know he yo tuition
Payin' to get the car

He got or is he pulp fiction
Heard he be strip
Trickin' like he got big pub
Is it his image or him you in love with

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

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

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

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

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

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