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 bad bitches
And to mad niggas
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek pass Jigga?
I'm thinkin' a tad bigger
You niggas talk fly, fly at your last picture
And you like the last picture
I just hit a run, on clash with us
And this money, [?], comin' for the ass, nigga, ass,
Last nigga, there cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga
The obituary the last scripture
said he was a good kid, thinkin' would kid
I signed my deal my AP on
In the drop top 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 your type twice before
I'm in that velour, look at the flights I bought
These mothafuckin' hoes got a to war
When a young real nigga light the
black bottles, man that's lights galore
Before Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Accord
Lookin' for a plug, tryna find the
Niggas gettin' shot find the Lord
This bust Rollie say the time is yours
I get my on
[?] in the [?], it was mayday
Started with a warden, gun I got an AK
Kids in the when we was by the bay, bay
with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J

When the low, and the show starts
And the spill on your bow tie
And your change up, playin' both sides
No it stop, when the dope stop
When the fed rush in the dope
And main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat
I know 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 hope 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 all night like I ain't famous
I still run with the same niggas I with
Where I came from, I came in
We eatin' and steak from Top Ramen
Oodles and noodles, you're hungry them killers'll do you
And when you're gettin' to that them people pursue you
The lurkin', the streets watchin'
Them hoes talkin', "he got it"
And he nervous, we plottin'
We that boy for a burner and we rob him
Like Batman, pussy gettin' backhand
to the people you a at man
Half rack, we got more than Pac-Man
And for that paper we be grindin' a lapdance
Get the money nigga
Get the money, never fold, cause they young nigga
When the feds get to rushin', better not on young nigga
Don't be selfish nigga, just man up, don't give the fam up
Facin' 20 years when they added grams up
Plus 5 more, he got booked a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, his mans up
Rat ass