Luyện nghe bài hát Light Em Up

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

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

You was to make it
You was supposed to it
You was supposed to it
You was supposed to 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 lighters up, up

You when I met you, sitting in the car
head in the mall, you was something special
He was just a nigga,
he never got excited,
It was hard to a fat nigga with a eye patch, swingin' hard
Reppin' tide Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a country made 'em wanna kill him
Still to see him smiling shawty, he be
wish him dead, he ain't even feel it
At your video, I feel the ?
We was at the club, couldn't get it in, they was stuck outside
to look at you, and as you should you looked like "fuck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you 'bout it then, said "ay you cool?"
You said "I worry 'bout the lil dude"
Get they hurt, got a attitude,
They'll come in a year or two
Made you Gang, let you in the family
"I get you rich" you said "you want 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 hours later, my nigga gone

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

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

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