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
wants a playa, I just wanna be friends

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

a high post brotha with money in his pocket
He got everything a girl want, think 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 play ball
by out the ghetto 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 more than a dollar or two
Soil another nigga's game usually I do
But you my and I can tell that its bothering you

This mother, ah must think that he a to you
You got but boys blockin' the view
I know he payin' yo
to get the car fixin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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