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 live for the moment
Erybody going deeper to the
Point of no return, following the evil, 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
Just because you got more a nigga
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, they die then see you live fly
in a barrel, in ghetto America
Man, we just lucky that we it out
See so much potential, lost some reputation, you would think we will get it
say you got it, they don't even want it
It just so much for them to see you with it
What I know 'bout Satan, he wait
To rob and and kill off greatness in the making
What we put together never let 'em it
Goddamn shawty you were to make it

You was to make it
You was to make it
You was to make it
You was supposed to it
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
You was supposed to it
You was to make it
Lighters up, 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 just a nigga,
Still he got excited,
It was hard to overwhelm a fat with a eye patch, swingin' hard
Reppin' role Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a country nigga 'em wanna kill him
to see him smiling shawty, he be chillin'
Nigga wish him dead, he even feel it
At video, I could feel the ?
We was at the club, nigga couldn't get it in, they was stuck
Start to look at you, and as you should you looked "fuck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you 'bout it then, "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I ain't worry the lil dude"
Get they 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 said "you a Grammy"
you how to mix the Actavis
Candy, 160 with me, he ain't panic
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro happening?
Working Pharell, chillin' in Miami"
All you was "run it, book the flight I'm coming
'Fore I though, I gotta handle something"
I just "ok" I hung up the phone
hours later, damn my nigga gone

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

Devil's business, my brother
Supposed to be a legend
Hating nigga sent you
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 up, lighters up