Luyện nghe bài hát Stand Up

When you go out, you want an or a documentary? Which one you want Khaled?
(I money)
A documentary,
(I that too!)
We gotta make

Bright lights bad bitches
And attracted to mad
Whoever thought ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just thinkin' a tad
You niggas talk fly, only fly at your last
And you look like the picture
I hit a home run, on clash with us
And this money, [?], comin' for the ass, nigga, ass,
Last nigga, were cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga
The obituary leaves the scripture
Mama said he was a kid, thinkin' would kid
I signed my deal my AP on
In the drop top the AC on
Stuntin' with Cash Money, get my on
No, fuck a chick that got Bakers on
Or no Kors
I'm on the same that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
I've seen niggas your type before
I'm in white velour, look at the flights I bought
These mothafuckin' hoes got a to war
When a young nigga light the floor
Hundred bottles, man that's lights galore
Before Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Honda
Lookin' for a plug, tryna the cord
Niggas shot tryna find the Lord
bust down Rollie say the time is yours
I get my on
Like [?] in the [?], it was
Started with a warden, gun I got an AK
in the projects when we was by the bay, bay
Kids the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J

When the lights low, and the show
And the champagne spill on bow tie
And your dawg change up, playin' both
No it stop, when the dope stop
When the fed rush in the dope
And your main man tell 'em how the drop
How he rain danced with me by the dock
I know when he did that, I bet that ghost drop
I hope that you up
Young just man up
I'm just hopin' you up
Young nigga man up
I just hope that you man up and don't the fam up
I just hope you man up and don't give the fam up
Real nigga for

As the drop, drop on the pavement
I came through my hood
On the block all like I ain't famous
I still run with the same I came with
Where I came from, I came in
We eatin' lobster and from Top Ramen
Oodles and noodles, when you're them killers'll do you
And when you're gettin' to money them people pursue you
The Feds lurkin', the watchin'
Them talkin', like "he got it"
And he nervous, cause we
We call that boy for a and we rob him
Like Batman, pussy niggas backhand
to the people you a at man
Half rack, we got more than Pac-Man
And for paper we be grindin' like a lapdance
Get the young nigga
Get the money, never fold, cause they young nigga
When the feds get to rushin', better not tell on young
Don't be selfish young nigga, just man up, don't the fam up
Facin' 20 years when they them grams up
5 more, he got booked with a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, givin' his up
Rat ass