Luyện nghe bài hát Stand Up

listen, i came in the feet first
hit the runnin, a hustler til i meet dirt
gotta be consumption i'm pumpin, the people work
love the niggas frontin i came from nothin and worse
the long-armed khalifa reachin with verse
i got that for your thought, plus what the streets thirst
and you can ask the haters'll know,
i'm tame with the flow, i'm sorta like the jaeger and
i see the dream like a luther, i preach to the constitution in peace,
but violate it, get that ass
i'm on the grind, money is time so why it
and everything but my piss clean, i'm maintenance
you niggas are weak, sweet like one of now-and-laters
the blast your candy ass if you try and hate it,
i made it, cause i stayed a couple steps of y'all and
a hundred percent, since got the bread involved i'm,
lovin this shit, come with the prince,
i'm leavin heads hollowed them things stuffed in the clips
and the streets gon' remember cat name, i'm beatin the rap game
just like nigga huggin the (why?)
cause how a hustler do, fall back i don't fuck with you,
we make it happen the clappin know we can with you
yeah we can take it to the heads, give you a or two
a fool is still, team bring heat like a dude

(chorus x2) ladies up, gentlemen stand up,
is pure skill, far from damned luck,
you make a plan to never give your man up
and man up, to positively up

once again the youngest sin came to drop the
how could a bystander that this is not bananas?
we stripes, you all hype in that propaganda,
spot, you cats shot, but not from cameras,
back glock, cause snap shots'll stop plan up,
stuck in my ways, the haze like tropicana,
thinkin the days of way back, will say that,
the youngin was gifted sick he stayed back
now the people listenin back, i got it made
obligated to passin grades and blaze tracks,
be amazed at how i make units move
self-made, twelfth grade, boy take you to school
i'm the streets of pistolvania where my goonies move,
(??????) can't miss trucks with the rims on them
and you can find me speedin, to big and em,
fresh outta class with the weed tucked in my

(chorus x2)