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 be friends

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

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

sistas want the balla
But mentally can he really ball
by out the ghetto conversations
His mentality's oh, so so

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 its bothering you

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

He got juice or is he pulp
he be strip clubs
Trickin' 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 what a chick do
You don't like his mind the way he
And you said that his stinks

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

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

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