Luyện nghe bài hát Stand Up

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

Bright attracted bad bitches
And to mad niggas
Whoever lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just thinkin' a tad
You niggas talk fly, only fly at your picture
And you look like the picture
I just hit a home run, on with us
And this money, [?], for the ass, nigga, ass, nigga
nigga, there were cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga
The obituary leaves the scripture
said he was a good kid, thinkin' would kid
I signed my deal my AP on
In the drop top the AC on
with Cash Money, get my Baby on
No, never fuck a chick that got on
Or no Michael
I'm on the same shit Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
I've seen niggas your twice before
I'm in that velour, look at the flights I bought
mothafuckin' hoes got a right to war
When a young real light the floor
Hundred bottles, man that's lights galore
Before Tom was Ford, I'm Honda Accord
Lookin' for a plug, find the cord
Niggas gettin' shot find the Lord
This bust down say the time is yours
I get my on
Like [?] in the [?], it was
Started a warden, gun until I got an AK
in the projects when we was by the bay, bay
Kids the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J

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

As the drop, drop on the pavement
I came through my hood
On the all night like I ain't famous
I still run 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 killers'll do you
And when you're gettin' to that money them people you
The Feds lurkin', the watchin'
hoes talkin', like "he got it"
And he nervous, cause we
We call that boy for a and we rob him
Like Batman, pussy niggas gettin'
Talkin' to the you a at man
rack, we got more ghosts than Pac-Man
And for that paper we be grindin' like a
Get the money nigga
Get the money, never fold, they comin' young nigga
When the get to rushin', better not tell on young nigga
Don't be selfish young nigga, just man up, give the fam up
Facin' 20 when they added them grams up
Plus 5 more, he got booked a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, givin' his up
Rat ass