Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

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

He's a high post brotha money in his pocket
He got everything a girl could want, maybe he don't
High post brotha with 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 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
Soil another nigga's game I wouldn't do
But you my girl and I can that its bothering you

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

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

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

But all of added up
Doesn't equal a mink
think who you are
You the moon 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
High post brotha, in his pocket
He got everything a girl want, I think maybe he don't

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

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

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

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