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 want too!)
We make movies

Bright lights attracted bad
And to mad niggas
Whoever lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just thinkin' a tad
You niggas fly, only fly at your last picture
And you look like the last
I hit a home 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
Mama said he was a good kid, would kid
I signed my deal my AP on
In the drop top the AC on
with Cash Money, get my Baby on
No, fuck a chick that got Bakers on
Or no Kors
I'm on the same that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
I've niggas your type twice before
I'm in that white velour, at the flights I bought
mothafuckin' hoes got a right to war
When a young nigga light the floor
Hundred black bottles, man that's galore
Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Honda Accord
Lookin' for a plug, tryna find the
Niggas gettin' shot tryna find the
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 when 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, the dope stop
When the fed in the dope spot
And main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I bet that your ghost
I hope you stand up
nigga just man up
I'm hopin' you stand up
nigga just man up
I hope that you man up and don't give the fam up
I hope that you man up and don't give the fam up
nigga for life

As the drop, drop on the pavement
I came through my hood
On the block all like I ain't famous
I still run with the same niggas I came
I came from, where I came in
We lobster and steak from Top Ramen
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 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, they comin' young nigga
When the feds get to rushin', better not tell on young
Don't be selfish young nigga, man up, don't give the fam up
Facin' 20 years when they added them up
5 more, he got booked with a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, givin' his up
Rat ass