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 to the dark
Point of no return, following the evil, from the Lord
in the heart
Poison ? a use to play and trade toys with a nigga
Now you gotta go to war with a
Just because you got than a nigga
Kamikaze you, they rather die then see you live fly
Crabs in a barrel, in America
Man, we just lucky we make it out
See so much potential, lost some reputation, you would think we will get it
They say you got it, they don't even it
It just hurt so for them to see you with it
What I know 'bout Satan, he wait
To rob and and kill off greatness in the making
What we put never let 'em take it
Goddamn 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
Lighters up, up
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
You was supposed to it
You was supposed to it
Lighters up, up
Get your lighters up, up

You know I met you, sitting in the car
Buck head in the mall, you was special
He was just a nigga,
Still he got excited,
It was hard to overwhelm a fat nigga 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 shawty, he be chillin'
Nigga wish him dead, he ain't even it
At your video, I feel 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 worry 'bout the lil dude"
Get they hurt, got a attitude,
They'll come around in a or two
Made you Hustle Gang, let you in the
Said "I get you rich" you said "you a Grammy"
Showed you how to mix the
Candy, 160 with me, he ain't panic
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's
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 "ok" I hung up the phone
hours later, damn my nigga gone

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

Devil's business, my gone
Supposed to be a legend
Hating nigga you home
But when we see that guy, we gon' 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 supposed to it
Lighters up, up
Get lighters up, lighters up