Luyện nghe bài hát Light Em Up

You was supposed to it
You was supposed to it
You was to make it

Tell me why it is now we live only for the moment
Erybody going deeper to the
of no return, following the evil, running from the Lord
Hatred in the
Poison ? a nigga use to play and trade toys with a
Now you go to war with a nigga
because you got more than a nigga
Motherfucker you, they rather die then see you live fly
Crabs in a barrel, in America
Man, we just that we make it out
See so much potential, lost some reputation, you think eventually we will get it
say you got it, they don't even want it
It just hurt so for them to see you with it
I know 'bout Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and and kill off greatness in the making
we put together never let 'em take it
Goddamn shawty you were to make it

You was to make it
You was to make it
You was supposed to it
You was to make it
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
up, lighters up
You was to make it
You was to make it
up, lighters up
Get your up, lighters up

You when I met you, sitting in the car
Buck in the mall, you was something special
He was just a nigga,
he never got excited,
It was hard to overwhelm a fat nigga a eye patch, swingin' hard
Reppin' role Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a country nigga made 'em kill him
to see him smiling shawty, he be chillin'
Nigga wish him dead, he ain't feel it
At your video, I feel the ?
We was at the club, nigga get it in, they was stuck outside
Start to look at you, and as you should you looked "fuck I 'posed to do?"
you 'bout it then, said "ay brah you cool?"
You "I ain't worry 'bout the lil dude"
Get feelings hurt, got a attitude,
They'll come around in a or two
Made you Gang, let you in the family
Said "I get you rich" you said "you a Grammy"
Showed you how to mix the
Candy, doin' 160 with me, he panic
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's
Working with Pharell, in Miami"
All you said was "run it, book the flight I'm
'Fore I leave though, I handle something"
I just "ok" I hung up the phone
Couple later, damn my nigga gone

You was suppose to it
You was suppose to it
You was to make it
You was suppose to it

Devil's business, my gone
Supposed to be a legend
Hating nigga sent you
But when we see that guy, we treat him like the sky
On the 4th of
And him up

Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
up, lighters up
You was supposed to it
You was to make it
Lighters up, up
Get your up, lighters up