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 want too!)
We make movies

lights attracted bad bitches
And attracted to mad
Whoever lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just thinkin' a tad
You niggas talk fly, only fly at your last
And you like the last picture
I hit a home run, on clash with us
And this money, [?], comin' for the ass, nigga, ass,
Last nigga, there were diggin' grass, nigga
The obituary the last scripture
Mama said he was a good kid, thinkin' kid
I signed my with 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 Kors
I'm on the shit that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
I've seen niggas type twice before
I'm in that white velour, look at the I bought
mothafuckin' hoes got a right to war
When a young nigga light the floor
Hundred black bottles, man that's lights
Before Tom was Ford, I'm Honda Accord
Lookin' for a plug, tryna find the
Niggas gettin' shot find the Lord
This bust down say the time is yours
I get my on
Like [?] in the [?], it was
Started with a warden, gun I got an AK
Kids in the when 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 change up, playin' both sides
No it won't stop, 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 your ghost drop
I hope you stand up
nigga just man up
I'm just hopin' you up
Young nigga man up
I just hope that you man up and give the fam up
I just that 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 the same niggas I came with
Where I from, where I came in
We eatin' and steak from Top Ramen
Oodles and noodles, when you're them killers'll do you
And when gettin' to that money them people pursue you
The Feds lurkin', the watchin'
Them hoes talkin', "he got it"
And he nervous, cause we
We call boy for a burner and we rob him
Like Batman, pussy gettin' backhand
to the people you a at man
Half rack, we got more ghosts than
And for that we be grindin' like a lapdance
Get the young nigga
Get the money, never fold, cause they comin' young
When the feds get to rushin', not tell on young nigga
Don't be selfish young nigga, man up, don't give the fam up
Facin' 20 years they added them grams up
Plus 5 more, he got booked a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, his mans up
Rat ass