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 to mad niggas
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek pass Jigga?
I'm just a tad bigger
You talk fly, only fly at your last picture
And you look the last picture
I just hit a home run, on with us
And this money, [?], comin' for the ass, nigga, ass,
Last nigga, there were cemeteries diggin' grass,
The obituary the last scripture
Mama said he was a kid, thinkin' would kid
I signed my with my AP on
In the drop top 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 same shit Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
I've seen niggas your type before
I'm in that white velour, look at the I bought
These mothafuckin' 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' Accord
Lookin' for a plug, tryna find the
Niggas gettin' tryna find the Lord
This bust down Rollie say the is yours
I get my on
[?] in the [?], it was mayday
Started a warden, gun until 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 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 man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the dock
I know he did that, I bet that your ghost drop
I hope you stand up
nigga just man up
I'm hopin' you stand up
Young just man up
I just that you man up and don't give the fam up
I just hope that you man up and don't the fam up
Real nigga for

As the rain drop, drop on the
I came through my hood
On the block all night I ain't famous
I still run with the niggas I came with
Where I from, where I came in
We eatin' lobster and steak Top Ramen
Oodles and noodles, when hungry them killers'll do you
And when you're gettin' to that money them pursue you
The Feds lurkin', the watchin'
hoes talkin', like "he got it"
And he nervous, we plottin'
We call 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 Pac-Man
And for that paper we be like a lapdance
Get the money nigga
Get the money, never fold, they comin' young nigga
When the feds get to rushin', better not tell on nigga
Don't be selfish nigga, just man up, don't give the fam up
Facin' 20 years when they added grams up
Plus 5 more, he got with a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, his mans up
Rat ass