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 movies

lights attracted bad bitches
And to mad niggas
Whoever thought ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm thinkin' a tad bigger
You niggas talk fly, only fly at last picture
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 cemeteries diggin' grass,
The leaves the last scripture
Mama said he was a good kid, thinkin' 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 shit that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, on
I've seen niggas your type before
I'm in that white velour, look at the flights I
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 tryna find the
This bust Rollie say the time is yours
I get my on
Like [?] in the [?], it was
Started a warden, gun until I got an AK
Kids in the projects we was by the bay, bay
Kids the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J

the lights low, and the show starts
And the champagne on your bow tie
And your dawg change up, both sides
No it won't stop, when the stop
When the fed rush in the dope
And your man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I bet that your drop
I hope you stand up
nigga just man up
I'm just you stand up
Young nigga man up
I hope 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 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 with the same niggas I with
Where I from, where I came in
We eatin' and steak from Top Ramen
Oodles and noodles, when you're them killers'll do you
And when you're gettin' to money them people pursue you
The Feds lurkin', the streets
Them hoes talkin', "he got it"
And he nervous, we plottin'
We that boy for a burner and we rob him
Like Batman, niggas gettin' backhand
Talkin' to the you a at man
Half rack, we got more ghosts than
And for that paper we be grindin' like a
Get the money young
Get the money, never fold, cause they young nigga
the feds get to rushin', better not tell on young nigga
Don't be selfish young nigga, man up, don't give the fam up
Facin' 20 years when they them grams up
Plus 5 more, he got booked a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, givin' his up
Rat ass