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 gotta make

Bright lights attracted bad
And attracted to mad
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek pass Jigga?
I'm thinkin' a tad bigger
You talk fly, only fly at your last picture
And you like the last picture
I just hit a home run, on with us
And this money, [?], comin' for the ass, nigga, ass,
nigga, there were cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga
The obituary the last scripture
Mama said he was a kid, thinkin' would kid
I my deal with my AP on
In the top with the AC on
Stuntin' Cash Money, get my Baby on
No, never fuck a chick that got on
Or no Michael
I'm on the same shit Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
seen niggas your type twice before
I'm in that white velour, look at the flights I
These hoes got a right to war
When a real nigga light the floor
Hundred bottles, man that's lights galore
Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Honda Accord
Lookin' for a plug, tryna the cord
Niggas gettin' shot find the Lord
This bust Rollie say the time is yours
I get my on
Like [?] in the [?], it was
Started 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 change up, playin' both sides
No it won't stop, when the dope
the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke
How he rain danced me by the boat dock
I know he did that, I bet that your ghost drop
I hope that you up
Young just man up
I'm just you stand up
nigga just man up
I just that you man up and don't give the fam up
I just hope you man up and don't give the fam up
nigga for life

As the rain drop, on the pavement
I came through my Mulsanne'n
On the block all night like I ain't
I still run with the same niggas I with
I came from, where I came in
We eatin' lobster and steak from Top
and noodles, when you're hungry them killers'll do you
And when you're gettin' to that them people pursue you
The Feds lurkin', the watchin'
hoes talkin', like "he got it"
And he nervous, we plottin'
We that boy for a burner and we rob him
Like Batman, pussy niggas backhand
to the people you a at man
Half rack, we got more ghosts Pac-Man
And for that we be grindin' like a lapdance
Get the young nigga
Get the money, never fold, they comin' young nigga
When the get to rushin', better not tell on young nigga
Don't be selfish young nigga, just man up, give the fam up
20 years when they added them grams up
Plus 5 more, he got booked a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, his mans up
Rat ass