Luyện nghe bài hát Stand Up

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

Bright lights attracted bad
And attracted to mad
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek pass Jigga?
I'm just a tad bigger
You niggas talk fly, only fly at your 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, there were cemeteries diggin' grass,
The leaves the last scripture
Mama he was a good kid, thinkin' would kid
I my deal with my AP on
In the drop top the AC on
with Cash Money, get my Baby on
No, never fuck a chick got Bakers on
Or no Michael
I'm on the same that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
seen niggas your type twice before
I'm in that white velour, at the flights I bought
mothafuckin' hoes 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 talkin' Accord
Lookin' for a plug, find the cord
Niggas gettin' shot tryna the Lord
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
with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J

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

As the rain drop, on the pavement
I came through my hood
On the block all night like I famous
I still run with the niggas I came with
Where I came from, where I in
We eatin' and steak from Top Ramen
Oodles and noodles, when you're hungry them 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, niggas gettin' backhand
Talkin' to the you a at man
Half rack, we got ghosts than Pac-Man
And for that paper we be grindin' like a
Get the money young
Get the money, never fold, cause comin' young nigga
When the feds get to rushin', not tell on young nigga
Don't be young nigga, just man up, don't give the fam up
Facin' 20 years when they added them up
Plus 5 more, he got booked a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, his mans up
Rat ass