Luyện nghe bài hát Great Man

Ayy
Dealin' with heartbreak,
I've been with heartbreak
Nigga, my
(Know I'm sayin'?)
to God
(You know)

1]
Look in the mirror, what do you
I see somebody dealin' with
When I love a nigga, my
I how a Cuban cigar taste
But do not help with the heart pain
My lil' brother in a car chase
And spend all my older from beside the whip
He got the car
Guess he got through on the
Thankful that we crossed ways
Wonder do heaven got
how much I say always
Salute OG Boobie, all day
Bringin' it back from the way
Ain't fuckin' niggas, they all fake
'Cause I pour my Hen' and all hate
You can't get mad at a nigga gettin' it
If he not carryin' way
I had to a decision
Bread Winner mission to get it y'all wait
I get coffee delivered
Metric ton off the boat in a tall
Maybe I'm an off day
Maybe I had a and my heart changed

Look in the mirror, I see a man
Look in the mirror, I see a man
Just in the mirror, I see a great man
I see a man, I see a great man

2]
I used to look like a caveman, stressin' 'til I done got grey
Me and Beckham back room havin' conversations
the lightware
I told 'em I to have nightmares
killin' me, tryne get rid of me
Bitch, I'm really
You gotta finish me right
Mazzi was smiling somebody shot him, diamonds on heaven in the night air
Lemme me for a minute
I mean, did a nigga really not this day would come?
I mean from we come
To allah we return
I pour a in a two liter
And remember joy and we all well
I put a ho in a
I press on the floor and the car
Runnin' the raw like a
Dump through the miles with the
Say you a dog with a small
Loped to the with a large heater
The ho you lovin', she garbage
I'ma go vrmm in a
Take your off in the apartment
We go sit on the carpet
Look, I you some tea, she got all wet
But I am not for all that
I hit from the and she all head
You got 'em on call back
I hit from the back and she all
And you gotta 'em on call back
the player shit I entertain
I done matured, I was bein'
I had cuts turned into stains
You know I'm prayin', fully flate
I'm still affilated the gang
Bread Winner Gang (Bread Gang)
Cop lights, no lookin' for stop lights
These niggas be they not right
And the security top
It might went your head a lil' bit but it come off of Friday with Mike Epps
a clip with a nice hep
We tryna celebrate season
I'm tryna levitate it out of
I'm tryna meditate you my breathin'
I'm tryna bet a way from decent
I'm on some medication, got me
I a cigarillo with sativa

I'm on a different level on the
(Yeah) I'm on a level on the kids
(Ayy) I'm on a different on the kids
I'm on a different level on the
(Ayy) I'm on a different level on the