Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

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

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

Some sistas the balla
But can he really 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, chicka love, let me at you
'Cause what you got is worth than a dollar or two
another nigga's game usually I wouldn't do
But you my girl and I can tell its bothering you

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

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

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

But all of added up
Doesn't a fresh mink
think who you are
You the moon so fuck the superstar

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

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

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

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