Luyện nghe bài hát Great Man

Ayy
Dealin' heartbreak, heartbreak
I've dealin' with heartbreak
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 a nigga, my heartache
I know how a Cuban cigar
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 on the crossway
Thankful that we ever crossed
Wonder do heaven got
how much I say always
Salute OG Boobie, all day
Bringin' it from the call way
Ain't fuckin' niggas, they all fake
'Cause I my Hen' and they all hate
You can't get mad at a who's gettin' it
If he not y'all way
I had to a decision
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
I had a heart and my heart changed

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

2]
I used to look like a caveman, stressin' 'til I got grey hair
Me and Beckham back room havin' conversations
Label the
I 'em I used to have nightmares
killin' me, tryne get rid of me
Bitch, I'm retarded
You gotta finish me right
Mazzi was when somebody shot him, diamonds on heaven in the night air
Lemme me breathe for a
I mean, did a nigga really not think this day would
I from allah we come
To we must return
I a four in a two liter
And remember some joy and we all
I put a ho in a
I press on the and the car bail
the raw like a Barksdale
Dump through the miles the cartel
Say you a dog with a tail
Loped to the ground with a large
The ho you lovin', she garbage
I'ma go vrmm in a
Take shoes 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 shit I entertain
I done matured, I was bein'
I had some cuts turned stains
You know I'm still prayin', flate
I'm affilated with the gang
Bread Winner (Bread Winner Gang)
Cop lights, no lookin' around for stop
niggas be actin' they not right
And the security top
It went over your head a lil' bit but it come off of Friday with Mike Epps
Smokin' a with a nice hep
We tryna celebrate another
I'm tryna it out of reachin'
I'm tryna you with my breathin'
I'm tryna bet a way livin' decent
I'm on some medication, got me
I a cigarillo with sativa

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