Luyện nghe bài hát Stand Up

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

lights attracted bad bitches
And to mad niggas
thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just thinkin' a tad
You niggas talk fly, only fly at last picture
And you look like the last
I just hit a home run, on with us
And money, [?], comin' for the ass, nigga, ass, nigga
Last nigga, were cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga
The obituary leaves the scripture
Mama said he was a good kid, thinkin' kid
I signed my with my AP on
In the top with the AC on
Stuntin' with Money, get my Baby on
No, never fuck a that got Bakers on
Or no Michael
I'm on the same that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
I've seen niggas your twice before
I'm in that white velour, look at the I bought
These mothafuckin' hoes got a to war
a young real nigga light the floor
Hundred black bottles, man lights galore
Before Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Accord
Lookin' for a plug, find the cord
Niggas gettin' 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' sides
No it won't stop, when the stop
the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man '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 you stand up
Young just man up
I'm just hopin' you up
Young just man up
I hope that you man up and don't give the fam up
I just hope you man up and don't give the fam up
nigga for life

As the drop, drop on the pavement
I came my hood Mulsanne'n
On the block all night like I famous
I still run with the same niggas I with
Where I from, where I came in
We eatin' lobster and steak from Top
Oodles and noodles, when you're them killers'll do you
And you're gettin' to that money them people pursue you
The Feds lurkin', the streets
Them hoes talkin', "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 ghosts than Pac-Man
And for paper we be grindin' like a lapdance
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, man up, don't give the fam up
Facin' 20 years when they added them up
Plus 5 more, he got booked a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, givin' his up
Rat ass