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
going deeper to the dark
Point of no return, following the evil, from the Lord
Hatred in the
? a nigga use to play and trade toys with a nigga
Now you go to war with a nigga
Just because you got more than a
Motherfucker you, they rather die then see you live fly
Crabs in a barrel, in America
Man, we lucky that we make it out
See so much potential, some reputation, you would think eventually we will get it
They say you got it, they don't even it
It just so much for them to see you with it
What I know 'bout Satan, he patiently
To rob and steal and kill off in the making
What we put together let 'em take it
Goddamn shawty you 'pose to make it

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

You when I met you, sitting in the car
Buck in the mall, you was something special
He was a young nigga,
he never got excited,
It was hard to overwhelm a fat nigga with a eye patch, swingin'
Reppin' tide Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a country nigga made 'em wanna him
to see him smiling shawty, he be chillin'
Nigga him dead, he ain't even feel it
At your video, I feel the ?
We was at the club, nigga couldn't get it in, they was 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 around 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
me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's happening?
Working with Pharell, in Miami"
All you said was "run it, the flight I'm coming
'Fore I leave though, I gotta something"
I just said "ok" I up the phone
Couple hours later, damn my nigga

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

business, my brother gone
Supposed to be a living
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
Lighters up, up
Get your lighters up, up