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 live only for the
Erybody going to the dark
Point of no return, following the evil, from the Lord
Hatred in the
Poison ? a nigga use to and trade toys with a nigga
Now you gotta go to war with a
Just because you got more than a
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, rather die then see you live fly
Crabs in a barrel, in ghetto
Man, we lucky that we make it out
See so much potential, lost reputation, you would think eventually we will get it
They say you got it, 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 kill off 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 to make it
You was supposed to it
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
You was to make it
You was to make it
up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, up

You when I met you, sitting in the car
head in the mall, you was something special
He was just a nigga,
he never got excited,
It was hard to overwhelm a fat nigga with a eye patch, hard
Reppin' tide Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a country nigga 'em wanna kill him
Still to see him shawty, he be chillin'
Nigga him dead, he ain't even feel it
At your video, I could the ?
We was at the club, couldn't get it in, they was stuck outside
Start to look at you, and as you should you looked like "fuck I 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,
come around in a year or two
Made you Gang, let you in the family
"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 what's
Working with Pharell, 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 up the phone
Couple hours later, damn my nigga

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

Devil's business, my brother
Supposed to be a living
Hating nigga sent you
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
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
You was supposed to it
You was to make it
Lighters up, up
Get lighters up, lighters up