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 want too!)
We gotta movies

Bright lights bad bitches
And attracted to mad
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass
I'm just thinkin' a tad
You niggas talk fly, only fly at your last
And you like the last picture
I just hit a home run, on clash us
And this money, [?], comin' for the ass, nigga, ass,
Last nigga, there were diggin' grass, nigga
The obituary leaves the scripture
Mama said he was a good kid, thinkin' kid
I signed my with my AP on
In the drop top the AC on
Stuntin' with Money, get my Baby on
No, fuck a chick that got Bakers on
Or no Kors
I'm on the same shit Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
I've niggas your type twice before
I'm in that white velour, look at the I bought
These mothafuckin' hoes got a to war
When a young real nigga light the
Hundred black bottles, man lights galore
Before Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Accord
Lookin' for a plug, tryna the cord
Niggas gettin' shot find the Lord
This down Rollie say the time is yours
I get my on
Like [?] in the [?], it was
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 won't stop, when the dope
When the fed in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke
How he rain danced with me by the dock
I know when he did that, I bet that ghost drop
I hope you stand up
nigga just man up
I'm just hopin' you 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, drop on the
I came through my hood
On the all night like I ain't famous
I run with the same niggas I came with
I came from, where I came in
We eatin' and steak from Top Ramen
Oodles and noodles, you're hungry 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 backhand
to the people 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 selfish young nigga, man up, don't give the fam up
Facin' 20 years when they added them up
5 more, he got booked with a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, his mans up
Rat ass