โหลดเพลง mp3 Brotha Man - A$AP Rocky

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