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 that too!)
We make movies

Bright lights bad bitches
And attracted to mad
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek pass Jigga?
I'm just thinkin' a tad
You niggas talk fly, only fly at your last
And you look like the picture
I hit a home run, on clash with us
And money, [?], comin' for the ass, nigga, ass, nigga
nigga, there were cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga
The obituary leaves the 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' Cash Money, get my Baby on
No, never fuck a chick got Bakers on
Or no Michael
I'm on the shit that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
I've seen your type twice before
I'm in that white velour, look at the I bought
These hoes got a right to war
a young real nigga light the floor
Hundred black bottles, man that's galore
Before Tom was Ford, I'm Honda Accord
Lookin' for a plug, tryna the cord
Niggas gettin' tryna find the Lord
This bust down say the time is yours
I get my on
[?] in the [?], it was mayday
Started 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 show
And the champagne 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 with me by the dock
I know he did that, I bet that your ghost drop
I that you stand up
Young just man up
I'm just you stand up
Young nigga man up
I just hope you man up and don't give the fam up
I just that you man up and don't give the fam up
nigga for life

As the rain drop, drop on the
I came through my hood
On the all night like I ain't famous
I still run with the same niggas I came
Where I from, where I came in
We eatin' lobster and steak Top Ramen
Oodles and noodles, when you're hungry them do you
And when 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 that boy for a burner and we rob him
Like Batman, pussy niggas gettin'
to the people you a at man
Half rack, we got more ghosts than
And for that paper we be grindin' a lapdance
Get the young nigga
Get the money, fold, cause they comin' young nigga
When the feds get to rushin', better not tell on nigga
Don't be selfish young nigga, just man up, 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, his mans up
Rat ass