Luyện nghe bài hát Stand Up

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

Bright attracted bad bitches
And to mad niggas
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd Jigga?
I'm just a tad bigger
You niggas fly, only fly at your last picture
And you like 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 grass, nigga
The obituary leaves the last
Mama said he was a good kid, would kid
I signed my with my AP on
In the top with the AC on
Stuntin' Cash Money, get my Baby on
No, never a chick that got Bakers on
Or no Michael
I'm on the same shit Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
I've seen your type twice before
I'm in white velour, look at the flights I bought
mothafuckin' hoes got a right to war
When a real nigga light the floor
Hundred black bottles, man that's galore
Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Honda Accord
Lookin' for a plug, tryna the cord
gettin' shot tryna find the Lord
This bust down say the time is yours
I get my on
Like [?] in the [?], it was
with 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 lights low, and the starts
And the spill on your bow tie
And your dawg change up, both sides
No it won't stop, when the dope
When the fed rush in the dope
And your main man tell 'em how the drop
How he rain danced me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I bet that your drop
I that you stand up
nigga just man up
I'm just hopin' you up
Young nigga man up
I just that you man up and don't give the fam up
I just that you man up and don't give the fam up
Real for life

As the drop, drop on the pavement
I came through my hood
On the block all night like I ain't
I still run with the niggas I came with
Where I from, where 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 Feds lurkin', the streets
Them talkin', like "he got it"
And he nervous, cause we
We that boy for a burner and we rob him
Like Batman, niggas gettin' backhand
Talkin' to the you a at man
Half rack, we got more than Pac-Man
And for that we be grindin' like a lapdance
Get the money young
Get the money, never fold, cause they comin' young
When the feds get to rushin', better not tell on young
Don't be selfish nigga, just man up, don't give the fam up
Facin' 20 years when they them grams up
Plus 5 more, he got booked a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, givin' his up
Rat ass