Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

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

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

Some sistas want the
But mentally can he really play
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 here love, love, let me holla at you
'Cause what you got is more than a dollar or two
another nigga's game usually 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 boys blockin' the
I know he payin' yo
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 or him that you in love with

You on some but you was never superficial
I ain't superficial 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
equal a fresh mink
Let's who you are
You the moon baby so fuck the

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

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

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

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

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