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 attracted to mad
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 look the last picture
I just hit a home run, on clash us
And money, [?], comin' for the ass, nigga, ass, nigga
nigga, there were cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga
The leaves the last scripture
Mama he was a good kid, thinkin' would kid
I signed my deal my AP on
In the top with the AC on
with Cash Money, get my Baby on
No, never fuck a chick that got on
Or no Michael
I'm on the shit that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
I've seen niggas your twice before
I'm in white velour, look at the flights I bought
These hoes got a right to war
When a real nigga light the floor
Hundred black bottles, man that's galore
Before Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Honda
Lookin' for a plug, tryna find the
Niggas gettin' shot tryna find the
This 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 up, playin' both sides
No it stop, when the dope stop
the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke
How he rain danced with me by the boat
I know when he did that, I bet that your ghost
I that you stand up
Young 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 Mulsanne'n
On the all night like I ain't famous
I still run with the same niggas I with
Where I came from, where I in
We lobster and steak from Top Ramen
and noodles, when you're hungry them killers'll do you
And when you're gettin' to that money people pursue you
The lurkin', the streets watchin'
hoes talkin', like "he got it"
And he nervous, cause we
We call that boy for a and we rob him
Like Batman, pussy niggas backhand
Talkin' to the you a at man
Half rack, we got ghosts than Pac-Man
And for that paper we be grindin' a lapdance
Get the money young
Get the money, never fold, cause they young nigga
When the feds get to rushin', better not tell on nigga
be selfish young nigga, just man up, don't give the fam up
Facin' 20 years when added them grams up
Plus 5 more, he got booked a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, his mans up
Rat ass