Luyện nghe bài hát Stand Up

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

lights attracted bad bitches
And attracted to mad
Whoever lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just a tad bigger
You niggas talk fly, only fly at your last
And you look the last picture
I just hit a run, on clash with us
And this money, [?], for the ass, nigga, ass, nigga
nigga, there were cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga
The obituary the last scripture
Mama said he was a good kid, thinkin' kid
I signed my deal my AP on
In the top with the AC on
Stuntin' with Cash Money, get my on
No, never fuck a chick got Bakers on
Or no Kors
I'm on the same shit that was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
I've seen niggas your type before
I'm in that white velour, at the flights I bought
These mothafuckin' got a right to war
When a young real light the floor
Hundred bottles, man that's lights galore
Before Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Honda
Lookin' for a plug, tryna find the
Niggas gettin' shot find the Lord
This bust down say the time is yours
I get my on
[?] in the [?], it was mayday
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 starts
And the champagne on your bow tie
And your dawg change up, playin' both
No it won't stop, the dope stop
When the fed rush in the spot
And your man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat
I when he did that, I bet that your ghost drop
I hope that you up
Young just man up
I'm just you stand up
Young just man up
I just hope that you man up and don't the fam up
I just hope that you man up and don't the fam up
Real for life

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