Luyện nghe bài hát Stand Up

listen, i came in the game first
hit the ground runnin, a hustler til i dirt
gotta be consumption i'm pumpin, the people work
love the niggas frontin i came from nothin and worse
the khalifa reachin with each verse
i got food 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 the jaeger and blow
i see the dream like a martin luther, i preach to the in peace,
but violate it, get that ass
i'm on the grind, is time so why waste it
and but my piss clean, i'm high maintenance
you niggas are weak, sweet like one of them
the blast your candy ass if you try and hate it,
i made it, cause i a couple steps ahead of y'all and
a percent, since benji got the bread involved i'm,
lovin shit, come fuck with the prince,
i'm leavin heads like them things stuffed in the clips
and the streets gon' remember this cat name, i'm beatin the rap
just like nigga huggin the (why?)
cause that's how a hustler do, fall i don't fuck with you,
we make it happen the know we can scrum with you
yeah we can take it to the heads, you a lump or two
a fool is still, team bring heat like a oven

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

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

(chorus x2)