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

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 deeper to the
Point of no return, following the evil, running the Lord
in the heart
Poison ? a nigga use to play and toys with a nigga
Now you go to war with a nigga
Just because you got more a nigga
Kamikaze you, they rather die then see you live fly
Crabs in a barrel, in ghetto
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, they don't want it
It just hurt so much for to see you with it
I know 'bout Satan, he patiently 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 supposed to it
You was supposed to it
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
up, lighters up
You was supposed to it
You was supposed to it
up, lighters up
Get lighters up, lighters up

You when I met you, sitting in the car
head 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
role tide Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too much on a country nigga made 'em wanna kill him
to see him smiling shawty, he be chillin'
Nigga him dead, he ain't even feel it
At your video, I feel the ?
We was at the club, nigga get it in, they was stuck outside
Start to look at you, and as you you looked like "fuck I 'posed to do?"
you 'bout it then, said "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I ain't 'bout the lil dude"
Get they hurt, got a attitude,
They'll around in a year or two
Made you Gang, let you in the family
Said "I get you rich" you "you want a Grammy"
Showed you how to mix the
Candy, doin' 160 me, he ain't panic
me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's happening?
Working with Pharell, in Miami"
All you said was "run it, book the I'm coming
I leave though, I gotta handle something"
I said "ok" I hung up the phone
hours later, damn my nigga gone

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

business, my brother gone
Supposed to be a legend
nigga sent you home
But we see that guy, we gon' treat him like the sky
On the 4th of
And him up

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 your lighters up, up