Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

Every, wants a superstar
Who got cars and ice, walks 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 brotha with money in his
He got everything a girl could want, think maybe he
High post brotha money in his pocket
He got everything a girl could want, maybe he don't

Some sistas want the
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 than a or two
Soil another nigga's game usually I do
But you my girl and I can tell that its you

This mother, ah must that he a father to you
You got but boys blockin' the view
I he payin' yo tuition
Payin' to get the car

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

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

But all of added up
equal a fresh mink
Let's who you are
You the moon baby so the superstar

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

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

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

I maybe 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