Luyện nghe bài hát Light Em Up (RIP Doe B)

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 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 a nigga
Now you gotta go to war with a
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 that we make 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 hurt so much for them to see you it
What I know 'bout Satan, he patiently
To rob and steal and off greatness in the making
What we put never let 'em take it
shawty you were 'pose to make it

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

You when 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 with a eye patch, swingin' hard
Reppin' role tide
You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a country nigga made 'em kill him
to see him smiling shawty, he be chillin'
Nigga him dead, he ain't even feel it
At your video, I could the ?
We was at the club, nigga couldn't get it in, they was stuck
Start to at you, and as you should 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
you Hustle Gang, let you in the family
Said "I get you rich" you "you want a Grammy"
you how to mix the Actavis
Candy, doin' 160 me, he ain't panic
me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's happening?
Working with Pharell, in Miami"
All you was "run it, book the flight I'm coming
'Fore I though, I gotta handle something"
I said "ok" I hung up the phone
Couple hours later, my nigga gone

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

Devil's business, my 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 supposed to it
You was supposed to it
up, lighters up
Get your up, lighters up