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 only for the
Erybody going deeper to the
Point of no return, following the evil, running from the
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 than a
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, rather die then see you live fly
in a barrel, in ghetto 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 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 off greatness in the making
What we put never let 'em take it
Goddamn you were 'pose to make it

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

You know I met you, sitting in the car
head in the mall, you was something special
He was just a nigga,
Still he got excited,
It was hard to overwhelm a fat with a eye patch, swingin' hard
Reppin' tide Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a nigga made 'em wanna kill him
Still to see him smiling shawty, he be
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 should you like "fuck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you 'bout it then, said "ay you cool?"
You said "I ain't worry the lil dude"
Get feelings hurt, got a attitude,
They'll around in a year 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 me, he ain't panic
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro happening?
Working Pharell, chillin' in Miami"
All you said was "run it, the flight I'm coming
'Fore I though, I gotta handle something"
I just said "ok" I hung up the
Couple later, damn my nigga gone

You was to make 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
nigga sent you home
But when we see guy, we gon' treat him like the sky
On the 4th of
And him up

up, lighters 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 up, lighters up