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

Bright lights bad bitches
And to mad niggas
Whoever thought ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm thinkin' a tad bigger
You niggas fly, only fly at your last picture
And you look like the picture
I just hit a home run, on with us
And money, [?], comin' for the ass, nigga, ass, nigga
Last nigga, there cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga
The obituary the last scripture
Mama said he was a good kid, would kid
I signed my with my AP on
In the drop top the AC on
with Cash Money, get my Baby on
No, never fuck a 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 that white velour, look at the I bought
These mothafuckin' hoes got a to war
a young real nigga light the floor
Hundred black bottles, man that's lights
Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Honda Accord
Lookin' for a plug, tryna find the
Niggas gettin' tryna find the Lord
bust 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
in the projects when we was by the bay, bay
Kids the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J

the lights low, and the show starts
And the spill on your bow tie
And dawg change up, playin' both sides
No it stop, when the dope stop
When the fed rush in the 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 ghost drop
I hope you stand up
Young just man up
I'm just you stand up
Young just man up
I just hope that you man up and give the fam up
I hope that you man up and don't give the fam up
Real nigga for

As the rain drop, on the pavement
I came through my Mulsanne'n
On the block all like I ain't famous
I still run with the niggas I came with
Where I from, where I came in
We eatin' lobster and steak from Top
Oodles and noodles, when you're them killers'll do you
And you're gettin' to that money them people pursue you
The Feds lurkin', the streets
Them hoes talkin', "he got it"
And he nervous, we plottin'
We call boy for a burner and we rob him
Batman, pussy niggas gettin' backhand
Talkin' to the you a at man
rack, we got more ghosts than Pac-Man
And for that paper we be like a lapdance
Get the money young
Get the money, never fold, cause they comin' nigga
When the feds get to rushin', better not on young 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, his mans up
Rat ass