Luyện nghe bài hát Light Em Up

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

Tell me why it is now we live only for the moment
Erybody going deeper to the
Point of no return, following the evil, running from the
in the heart
Poison ? a nigga use to play and toys with a nigga
Now you gotta go to war with a
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 that we it out
See so much potential, lost some reputation, you would think eventually we get it
say you got it, they don't even want it
It just hurt so for them to see you with it
What I know Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and steal and off greatness in the making
What we put together let 'em take it
Goddamn shawty you were 'pose to it

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

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

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

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