Luyện nghe bài hát Great Man

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

1]
Look in the mirror, what do you
I see dealin' with heartbreak
When I love a nigga, my
I know how a Cuban taste
But that do not help the heart pain
My brother died in a car chase
And spend all my brother from beside the whip
He got the car
Guess he got through on the
Thankful we ever crossed ways
do heaven got hallways?
Prayin' how much I say
OG Boobie, that's all day
Bringin' it from the call way
Ain't fuckin' niggas, they all fake
'Cause I pour my Hen' and all hate
You can't get mad at a who's gettin' it
If he not carryin' way
I had to make a
Bread Winner to get it while y'all wait
I get that coffee
Metric ton off the boat in a crate
Maybe I'm an off day
Maybe I had a heart and my heart

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

2]
I used to look like a caveman, stressin' I done got grey hair
Me and Odell back room havin' conversations
the lightware
I told 'em I to have nightmares
killin' me, tryne get rid of me
Bitch, I'm retarded
You gotta finish me there
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 think this day would
I from allah we come
To allah we must
I a four 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
the raw like a Barksdale
Dump through the miles the cartel
Say you a dog a small tail
Loped to the with a large heater
The ho that you lovin', she
I'ma go in a Corvette
Take your off in the apartment
We could go sit on the
Look, I made you tea, she got all wet
But I am not fallin' for all
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 leave 'em on call
Only the player shit I
I done matured, I was lame
I had some turned into stains
You I'm still prayin', fully flate
I'm still affilated the gang
Bread Winner Gang (Bread Gang)
Cop lights, no around for stop lights
niggas be actin' they not right
And the security top
It might went your head a lil' bit but it come off of Friday with Mike Epps
Smokin' a clip a nice hep
We tryna another season
I'm levitate it out of reachin'
I'm tryna meditate you with my
I'm tryna bet a way from decent
I'm on medication, got me thinkin'
I roll a with sativa

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