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 movies

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

the lights low, and the show starts
And the champagne on your bow tie
And your dawg change up, playin' both
No it won't stop, when the 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 boat
I know when he did that, I bet that your drop
I hope that you up
nigga just man up
I'm just hopin' you up
nigga just man up
I just that you man up and don't give the fam up
I just hope that you man up and give the fam up
Real for life

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