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 make movies

lights attracted bad bitches
And to mad niggas
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass
I'm just thinkin' a tad
You talk fly, only 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, there were 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' with Cash Money, get my on
No, fuck a chick that got Bakers on
Or no Michael
I'm on the same that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
I've seen niggas your type before
I'm in white velour, look 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 Honda Accord
Lookin' for a plug, tryna the cord
Niggas gettin' tryna find the Lord
This bust down say the time is yours
I get my on
[?] in the [?], it was mayday
Started with a warden, gun I got an AK
Kids in the when we was by the bay, bay
with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J

When the low, and the show starts
And the champagne on your bow tie
And your dawg up, playin' both sides
No it stop, when the dope stop
When the fed rush in the dope
And your main man tell 'em how the coke
How he rain danced with me by the boat
I when he did that, I bet that your ghost drop
I that you stand up
Young just man up
I'm hopin' you stand up
nigga 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 for life

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