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

lights attracted bad bitches
And to mad niggas
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd Jigga?
I'm just a tad bigger
You niggas talk fly, only fly at your last
And you look like the last
I just hit a run, on clash with us
And this money, [?], for the ass, nigga, ass, nigga
Last nigga, were cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga
The obituary leaves the scripture
Mama said he was a kid, thinkin' would kid
I my deal with my AP on
In the drop top the AC on
Stuntin' with 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
I've seen niggas your 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 lights galore
Before Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Honda
Lookin' for a plug, tryna find the
Niggas shot tryna find the Lord
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 projects we was by the bay, bay
Kids the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J

the lights low, and the show starts
And the champagne on your bow tie
And your dawg change up, playin' sides
No it stop, when the dope stop
When the fed rush in the dope
And your main man 'em how the coke drop
How he rain with me by the boat dock
I when he did that, I bet that your ghost drop
I that you stand up
nigga just man up
I'm just hopin' you up
Young just man up
I just hope you man up and don't give the fam up
I just hope that you man up and don't the fam up
Real for life

As the rain drop, on the pavement
I through my hood Mulsanne'n
On the block all night I ain't famous
I still run with the same I came with
Where I came from, I came in
We lobster and steak from Top Ramen
Oodles and noodles, when hungry them killers'll do you
And when you're 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, pussy niggas gettin'
Talkin' to the you a at man
Half rack, we got more ghosts than
And for that paper we be grindin' a lapdance
Get the money nigga
Get the money, never fold, they comin' young nigga
When the feds get to rushin', not tell on young nigga
be selfish young nigga, just man up, don't give the fam up
Facin' 20 when they added them grams up
Plus 5 more, he got with a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, his mans up
Rat ass