Luyện nghe bài hát Light Em Up

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

me why it is now that we live only for the moment
Erybody going to the dark
Point of no return, following the evil, from the Lord
in the heart
Poison ? a use to play and trade toys with a nigga
Now you go to war with a nigga
Just because you got more a nigga
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, they rather die then see you fly
Crabs in a barrel, in ghetto
Man, we lucky that we make it out
See so much potential, lost some reputation, you think eventually we will get it
They say you got it, they even want it
It just so much for them to see you with it
What I know Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and steal and kill off greatness in the
What we put together let 'em take it
shawty you were 'pose to make it

You was to make it
You was to make it
You was supposed to it
You was supposed to it
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
up, lighters up
You was supposed to it
You was supposed to it
Lighters up, up
Get lighters up, lighters 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 overwhelm a fat with a eye patch, swingin' hard
Reppin' role Alabama
You can tell he was too much flavour on a country nigga made 'em wanna kill him
Still to see him smiling shawty, he be
Nigga wish him dead, he ain't 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 should you looked "fuck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you 'bout it then, "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I ain't 'bout the lil dude"
Get they hurt, got a attitude,
come around in a year or two
Made you 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
with Pharell, chillin' in Miami"
All you said was "run it, book the flight I'm
I leave though, I gotta handle something"
I just said "ok" I up the phone
Couple hours later, my nigga gone

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

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

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 your up, lighters up