Luyện nghe bài hát Stand Up

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

Bright attracted bad bitches
And attracted to mad
thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just a tad bigger
You niggas talk fly, fly at your last picture
And you look like the last
I just hit a home run, on clash us
And money, [?], comin' for the ass, nigga, ass, nigga
Last nigga, there were cemeteries diggin' grass,
The obituary leaves the last
Mama said he was a good kid, would kid
I signed my deal my AP on
In the drop top the AC on
Stuntin' Cash Money, get my Baby on
No, fuck a chick that got Bakers on
Or no Kors
I'm on the same that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
I've seen niggas type twice before
I'm in that white velour, at the flights I bought
These hoes got a right to war
a young real nigga light the floor
Hundred bottles, man that's lights galore
Before Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Accord
Lookin' for a plug, tryna the cord
gettin' shot tryna find the Lord
This down Rollie say the time is yours
I get my on
[?] in the [?], it was mayday
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 lights low, and the starts
And the spill on your bow tie
And your dawg change up, 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 drop
How he danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I bet that your ghost
I hope that you up
Young nigga man up
I'm hopin' you stand up
Young just man up
I just hope that you man up and 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 came my hood Mulsanne'n
On the block all like I ain't famous
I run with the same niggas I came with
I came from, where I came in
We eatin' lobster and from Top Ramen
Oodles and noodles, when you're them killers'll do you
And when you're gettin' to that money people pursue you
The lurkin', the streets watchin'
Them hoes talkin', "he got it"
And he nervous, cause we
We that boy for a burner and we rob him
Like Batman, pussy niggas gettin'
Talkin' to the you a at man
rack, we got more ghosts than Pac-Man
And for that paper we be grindin' like a
Get the young nigga
Get the money, fold, cause they comin' young nigga
When the feds get to rushin', better not tell on young
Don't be selfish young nigga, just man up, don't the fam up
Facin' 20 years they added them grams up
Plus 5 more, he got booked with a
And now he in the courtroom, his mans up
Rat ass