Luyện nghe bài hát Brotha Man

[Intro: Rocky]
Young man, brotha brotha, you fight for somethin'
for somethin', brotha understand, God don't make the plays
Take the truth, get through, ride your wave, keep it true
We'll fight the blues, we'll fight the
man, young man, let me tell you somethin'
Young man, brotha man, man
You gotta fight for somethin', stand for
That's what the told me
It was a poet like you know it but
I'd rather talk about how my is frozen and I
I'd talk about the banging hoes and then
Stay up in the bitches she dozing

[Chorus: Montana]
I went to my brotha, told him "Help me please"
Now we hop out the PJs by the beach
My old bitch "Come back, come back
back, babe
Come back (come back) back (come back)
back (come back) babe

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & Snoop
Harlem nights, quick speed, God
Speed it like Lightnin', leather on my six-speed bike
Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle
Pop (sicles) pop (sicles) for the
Pop-pop wheelies on the bikes, 15 sellin' china white
Cops stoppin' if you of white
Pop pop you opposite of right
Take heed, nigga, lowkey, take lead on a nigga

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Ocean]
Smooth durag 'round the boulevard back in the days on the
Ride the bus before I ride nigga wave
Beautiful, the water's flat ass is pre-Onika (yeah)
You the smaller version, you the baby

2: A$AP Rocky]
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be you
number three and keep it G like Q
Heard you get fly like G, like 2
Nah like 4, like 3, not 2
Shittin' on these like P, like U
Drip and Q, got Hi-C like juice
Mama hubby got life, he got strikes too
Real niggas like me, like you
That's why I got a with a green light too
I don't even make a scene, I swing right through
I'm just on my Qs and my Ps like soup
Walk in my shoes, me like suit

[Pre-Chorus: Rocky]
Brotha man, young man, let me tell you
Young man, brotha-brotha, gotta fight for
Stand for somethin', brotha understand, God don't the plays
Take the truth, get through, ride your wave, just the truth

[Chorus: French Montana & Frank
Remember when I to my brotha, told him "Help me please"
Now we hop out the PJs, by the beach
My old yellin' "Come back, come back
Come back,
Come back (come back) back (come back)
Come (come back) babe

Frank Ocean]
You're a cornstar, all you is corn broads (you fucking pop)
Frenchie pas cause you ain't had no pa
Your dealer got catches an outfielder
(Are you, are you, are you?)
Getting that God's from towers
Lookin' like I'm Donald Trump