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 that we only for the moment
Erybody deeper to the dark
Point of no return, the evil, running from the Lord
Hatred in the
? a nigga use to play and trade toys with a nigga
Now you gotta go to war a nigga
Just because you got more than a
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, rather die then see you live fly
Crabs in a barrel, in America
Man, we just lucky we make it out
See so much potential, lost reputation, you would think eventually we will get it
They say you got it, they don't even it
It just hurt so for them to see you with it
What I 'bout Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and steal and 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 supposed to it
You was to make it
You was to make it
Lighters up, up
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
You was supposed to it
You was supposed to it
Lighters up, up
Get your lighters up, up

You know when I met you, in the car
head in the mall, you was something special
He was a young nigga,
Still he got excited,
It was hard to a fat nigga with a eye patch, swingin' hard
Reppin' role tide
You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a nigga made 'em wanna kill him
Still to see him smiling shawty, he be
Nigga him dead, he ain't even feel it
At video, I could feel the ?
We was at the club, nigga couldn't get it in, was stuck outside
Start to look at you, and as you you looked like "fuck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you it then, said "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I ain't worry the lil dude"
Get feelings hurt, got a attitude,
They'll come in a year or two
you Hustle Gang, let you in the family
Said "I get you rich" you "you want a Grammy"
you how to mix the Actavis
Candy, 160 with me, he ain't panic
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's
Working with Pharell, in Miami"
All you said was "run it, book the I'm coming
I leave though, I gotta handle something"
I just said "ok" I hung up the
Couple later, damn my nigga gone

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

Devil's business, my brother
to be a living legend
Hating nigga you home
But when we see that guy, we gon' treat him the sky
On the 4th of
And him up

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 lighters up, up