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

You was supposed to it
You was to make 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, from the Lord
in the heart
Poison ? a nigga use to play and trade toys with a
Now you gotta go to war a nigga
because you got more than a nigga
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, they rather die then see you fly
Crabs in a barrel, in ghetto
Man, we lucky that we make it out
See so much potential, lost some reputation, you think eventually we will get it
They say you got it, they even want it
It just so much for them to see you with it
I know 'bout Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and steal and off greatness in the making
What we put never let 'em take it
Goddamn shawty you were to make it

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

You know I met you, sitting in the car
Buck head in the mall, you was something
He was just a nigga,
Still he got excited,
It was hard to overwhelm a fat with a eye patch, swingin' hard
Reppin' tide Alabama
You can he was kickin' 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 even feel it
At your video, I could 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?"
Asked you it then, said "ay brah you cool?"
You "I ain't worry 'bout the lil dude"
Get feelings hurt, got a attitude,
come 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, 160 with me, he ain't panic
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's
Working with Pharell, in Miami"
All you was "run it, book the flight I'm coming
'Fore I leave though, I handle something"
I just "ok" I hung up the phone
Couple hours later, my nigga gone

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

business, my brother gone
Supposed to be a living
Hating nigga sent you
But when we see that guy, we gon' 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 to make it
You was to make it
up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, up