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 that too!)
We make movies

Bright lights bad bitches
And attracted to mad
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek pass Jigga?
I'm just a tad bigger
You niggas talk fly, only fly at your 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, were cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga
The leaves the last scripture
said he was a good kid, thinkin' would kid
I signed my deal my AP on
In the top with the AC on
Stuntin' with Cash Money, get my on
No, fuck a chick that got Bakers on
Or no Michael
I'm on the same that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
seen niggas your type twice before
I'm in white velour, look at the flights I bought
These mothafuckin' hoes got a to war
a young real nigga 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 Rollie 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
Kids the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J

When the low, and the show starts
And the champagne on your bow tie
And your dawg change up, playin' both
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 with 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 you stand up
Young nigga man up
I just that you man up and don't give the fam up
I just hope that you man up and don't the fam up
Real nigga for

As the rain drop, on the pavement
I came through my hood
On the block all night like I ain't
I run with the same niggas I came with
Where I came from, I came in
We eatin' lobster and steak Top Ramen
Oodles and noodles, when you're hungry killers'll do you
And you're gettin' to that money them people pursue you
The lurkin', the streets watchin'
Them hoes talkin', "he got it"
And he nervous, cause we
We call boy for a burner and we rob him
Batman, pussy niggas gettin' backhand
Talkin' to the you a at man
Half rack, we got more than Pac-Man
And for that paper we be grindin' like a
Get the young nigga
Get the money, fold, cause they comin' young nigga
the feds get to rushin', better not tell on young nigga
Don't be young nigga, just man up, don't give the fam up
Facin' 20 years when they them grams up
5 more, he got booked with a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, givin' his up
Rat ass