ฟังเพลงBrotha Man (Explicit)

Brotha Man - A$AP Rocky/French Montana

Lyricist：Rakim Mayers

Composer：Rakim Mayers

Brotha man

Brotha brotha

Gotta fight for somethin'

Stand for somethin'

Brotha understand no

Gotta make the place

Take the truth take the

Get through

Right

Just keep the truth

Fight the blues

Fight the blues

Brotha man young man

Let me tell you somethin'

Young man

Brotha man brotha man

You gotta fight for somethin'

Stand for somethin'

Told me

I'd rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I

When I went to my bros

Told him help me please

Now we hop out the PJs

Hosted by the P

My old b**ch yellin' come back

Come back come back babe

Come back

Come back come back

Come back come back babe

Harlem nights quick speed godspeed

Speed it like Grease Lightnin' leather on my six speed bike

Bicycle tires icicle diamonds popsicle stripes

Popsicles for the Klondikes pop pop wheelies on the dirty bikes

15 sellin' China white

Cops stoppin' if you opposite o' white

Pop pop like you opposite o' right

Take heat lil n**ga

Lowkey take lead on a n**ga

Smooth durag 'round the boulevard

Back in the days on the train

Ride the bus before I ride another n**ga wave

Beautiful the water's flat like acid pre Onika ye ah

You the smaller version you the baby sneaker

Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you

Album number three and keep it G like Q

Heard you n**gas get fly like G like 2

Nah more like 4 like 3 not 2

Shittin' on these n**gas like P like U

Drip raheem and Q

Got Hi C like juice

Mama hubby got life he got three strikes too

Real n**gas bleed like me like you

That's why I got a beam with a green light too

I don't even make a scene I just swing right through

I'm just bangin' on my Qs and my Ps like soup

Walk in my shoes follow me like suit

Brotha man

Young man

Let me tell you somethin'

Young man

Brotha brotha

Gotta fight for somethin'

Stand for somethin'

Brotha understand

Gotta make the place

Take the truth take the

Get through

When I went to my bros

Told him help me please

Now we hop out the PJs

Hosted by the P

My old b**ch yellin' come back

Come back

Come back babe

Come back come back

Come back come back

Come back come back babe

You're a cornstar

All you f**k is corn parched

You fall apart

Frenchie faux pas

'Cause you

Ain't gotta know pa

Are you

The dealer got catches like an outfielder

Are you are you are you

God's view from towers

Lookin' down like I'm Dnald Trump