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 a nigga, my heartache
I know how a Cuban cigar
But do not help with the heart pain
My lil' died in a car chase
And spend all my older from beside the whip
He got the car
he got through on the crossway
Thankful that we crossed ways
do heaven got hallways?
Prayin' how I say always
OG Boobie, that's all day
Bringin' it back from the way
Ain't fuckin' with niggas, all fake
I pour my Hen' and they all hate
You can't get mad at a who's gettin' it
If he not carryin' way
I had to make a
Bread mission to get it while y'all wait
I get that delivered
Metric ton off the in a tall crate
I'm havin' 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 in the mirror, I see a great man
I see a man, I see a great man

2]
I used to look a caveman, stressin' 'til I done got grey hair
Me and Beckham back room havin' conversations
the lightware
I 'em I used to have nightmares
Somebody me, tryne get rid of me
Bitch, I'm really
You gotta finish me there
Mazzi was smiling when somebody shot him, diamonds on in the night air
Lemme me breathe for a
I mean, did a nigga not think this day would come?
I mean 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
Runnin' the raw like a
Dump through the with the cartel
Say you a dog with a small
Loped to the with a large heater
The ho that you lovin', she
I'ma go in a Corvette
your shoes 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 the back and she all head
You got 'em leavin' on back
I hit from the back and she all
And you gotta leave 'em on back
the player shit I entertain
I done matured, I was bein'
I had some cuts turned into
You know I'm still prayin', flate
I'm affilated with the gang
Winner Gang (Bread Winner Gang)
Cop lights, no around for stop lights
These niggas be they not right
And the top flight
It might went over your head a lil' bit but it come off of Friday with Epps
Smokin' a clip a nice hep
We tryna celebrate season
I'm tryna levitate it out of
I'm tryna meditate you with my
I'm tryna bet a way from livin'
I'm on medication, got me thinkin'
I roll a cigarillo with

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