Luyện nghe bài hát Great Man

Ayy
Dealin' heartbreak, 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 somebody dealin' heartbreak
When I a nigga, my heartache
I how a Cuban cigar taste
But that do not help with the heart
My brother died in a car chase
And all my older brother from beside the whip
He got the car
Guess he got through on the
Thankful that we ever ways
Wonder do heaven got
Prayin' how much I say
Salute OG Boobie, all day
it back from the call way
Ain't fuckin' niggas, they all fake
'Cause I pour my Hen' and they all
You can't get mad at a who's gettin' it
If he not y'all way
I had to a decision
Bread Winner mission to get it while y'all
I get that delivered
Metric ton off the in a tall 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
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' 'til I got grey hair
Me and Odell Beckham back havin' conversations
Label the
I told 'em I used to nightmares
Somebody killin' me, get rid of me
Bitch, I'm retarded
You gotta finish me right
Mazzi was smiling when 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 mean from allah we
To allah we must
I pour a in a two liter
And some joy and we all well
I put a ho in a
I on the floor and the car bail
Runnin' the raw a Barksdale
Dump through the with the cartel
Say you a dog a small tail
Loped to the ground a large heater
The ho that you lovin', she
I'ma go vrmm in a
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 the back and she all head
And you gotta leave 'em on call
Only the player I entertain
I matured, I was bein' lame
I had some cuts into stains
You I'm still prayin', fully flate
I'm still with the gang
Bread Winner Gang (Bread Gang)
Cop lights, no around for stop lights
These niggas be actin' not right
And the security top
It might went over 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 levitate it out of reachin'
I'm tryna meditate you my breathin'
I'm tryna bet a way from decent
I'm on some medication, got me
I roll a 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 level on the
I'm on a different on the kids
(Ayy) I'm on a different on the kids