Luyện nghe bài hát High Post Brotha

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

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

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

Some sistas want the
But mentally can he really ball
Dumbfounded by out the ghetto
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
what you got is worth more 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

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

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

You on some shit but you was superficial
I ain't superficial rent's due is trip what a chick do
You like his mind the way he looks
And you that his breath stinks

But all of that up
equal a fresh mink
Let's who you are
You the moon baby so the superstar

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

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

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

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

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