Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

Every, everybody wants a
Who got cars and ice, walks into the ghetto get bar
Makes all the 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 girl could want, think maybe he
post brotha with money in his pocket
He got everything a girl could want, maybe he don't

Some 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 love, chicka love, let me holla at you
'Cause what you got is worth more a dollar or two
another nigga's 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 boys blockin' the
I know he payin' yo
Payin' to get the car

He got or is he pulp fiction
he be strip clubs
Trickin' 'dubs he got big pub
Is it his image or him that you in with

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

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

'Cause he's a high post brotha, 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 maybe he don't
Maybe he
I think maybe he
I maybe he don't

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