Luyện nghe bài hát Light Em Up

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

Tell me why it is now that we only for the moment
Erybody going to the dark
Point of no return, the evil, running from the Lord
in the heart
Poison ? a nigga use to and trade toys with a nigga
Now you gotta go to war with a
because you got more than a nigga
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 eventually we will get it
They say you got it, don't even want it
It hurt so much for them to see you with it
What I know 'bout Satan, he wait
To rob and steal and off greatness in the making
we put together never let 'em take it
Goddamn you were 'pose to make it

You was to make it
You was to make it
You was supposed to it
You was to make it
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
You was to make it
You was to make 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 with a eye patch, swingin' hard
Reppin' tide 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 your video, I could 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 like "fuck I to do?"
Asked you 'bout it then, said "ay you cool?"
You said "I ain't 'bout the lil dude"
Get feelings 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 panic
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro happening?
with Pharell, chillin' in Miami"
All you said was "run it, book the 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 suppose to it
You was to make it
You was suppose to it
You was to make it

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

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