Luyện nghe bài hát Stand Up

When you go out, you want an obituary or a Which one you want Khaled?
(I money)
A documentary,
(I want too!)
We gotta movies

Bright lights attracted bad
And attracted to mad
Whoever thought ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just a tad bigger
You niggas talk fly, only fly at last picture
And you look like the picture
I hit a home run, on clash with us
And money, [?], comin' for the ass, nigga, ass, nigga
Last nigga, there cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga
The obituary leaves the scripture
Mama he was a good kid, thinkin' would kid
I signed my deal my AP on
In the drop top 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 same shit Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
I've seen niggas your twice before
I'm in that white velour, look at the I bought
These mothafuckin' hoes got a to war
When a young real light the floor
Hundred black bottles, man that's lights
Before Tom was Ford, I'm Honda Accord
Lookin' for a plug, tryna the cord
Niggas gettin' shot tryna the Lord
bust down Rollie 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
with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J

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

As the drop, drop on the pavement
I came through my Mulsanne'n
On the block all night like I ain't
I still run with the niggas I came with
Where I came from, I came in
We eatin' and steak from Top Ramen
and noodles, when you're hungry them killers'll do you
And you're gettin' to that money them people pursue you
The Feds lurkin', the streets
hoes talkin', like "he got it"
And he nervous, cause we
We call that boy for a 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, never fold, they comin' young nigga
the feds get to rushin', better not tell on young nigga
Don't be selfish young nigga, man up, don't give the fam up
Facin' 20 years when they added grams up
Plus 5 more, he got booked with a
And now he in the courtroom, givin' his up
Rat ass