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 movies

Bright lights bad bitches
And to mad niggas
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass
I'm thinkin' a tad bigger
You niggas talk fly, fly at your last picture
And you look the last picture
I just hit a run, on clash with us
And this money, [?], comin' for the ass, nigga, ass,
Last nigga, were cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga
The obituary leaves the scripture
Mama he was a good 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 got Bakers on
Or no Kors
I'm on the same shit that was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
I've seen niggas your type before
I'm in that white velour, at the flights I bought
These mothafuckin' got a right to war
When a real nigga light the floor
black bottles, man that's lights galore
Before Tom was Ford, I'm Honda Accord
Lookin' for a plug, find the cord
Niggas gettin' shot tryna find the
bust 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 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 spill on bow tie
And your dawg up, playin' both sides
No it won't stop, when the stop
When the fed in the dope spot
And main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat
I know when he did that, I bet that ghost drop
I hope you stand up
Young just man up
I'm just you stand up
Young nigga man up
I just hope that you man up and don't the fam up
I just hope that you man up and give the fam up
Real for life

As the rain drop, on the pavement
I through my hood Mulsanne'n
On the block all like I ain't famous
I run with 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 hungry them do you
And when you're to that money them people pursue you
The Feds lurkin', the watchin'
hoes 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'
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, fold, cause they comin' young nigga
the feds get to rushin', better not tell on young nigga
Don't be selfish young nigga, just man up, don't the fam up
Facin' 20 years when they added them up
Plus 5 more, he got with a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, his mans up
Rat ass