Luyện nghe bài hát Stand Up

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

Bright lights bad bitches
And to mad niggas
thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm thinkin' a tad bigger
You niggas talk fly, only fly at last picture
And you look the last picture
I hit a home run, on clash with us
And this money, [?], for the ass, nigga, ass, nigga
Last nigga, there were cemeteries diggin' grass,
The obituary leaves the last
Mama said he was a kid, thinkin' would kid
I my deal with my AP on
In the drop top the AC on
Stuntin' with Cash Money, get my on
No, never fuck a that got Bakers on
Or no Michael
I'm on the same that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
seen niggas your type twice before
I'm in that white velour, at the flights I bought
These hoes got a right to war
When a real nigga light the floor
Hundred black bottles, man that's lights
Before Tom was Ford, I'm Honda Accord
Lookin' for a plug, tryna the cord
gettin' shot tryna find the Lord
This bust down Rollie say the is yours
I get my on
[?] in the [?], it was mayday
Started a warden, gun until I got an AK
Kids in the projects we was by the bay, bay
with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J

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

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