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 deeper to the
Point of no return, following the evil, running from the
in the heart
Poison ? a nigga use to play and trade toys a nigga
Now you gotta go to war a nigga
Just because you got than a nigga
Motherfucker you, they rather die then see you live fly
in a barrel, in ghetto America
Man, we just lucky that we it out
See so much potential, lost some reputation, you would think we will get it
They say you got it, they even want it
It just hurt so for them to see you with it
What I know 'bout Satan, he wait
To rob and steal and kill off in the making
we put together never let 'em take it
Goddamn shawty you were 'pose to it

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

You know when I met you, in the car
Buck head in the mall, you was something
He was just a nigga,
he never got excited,
It was hard to a fat nigga 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 wish him dead, he even feel it
At your video, I could 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, "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I ain't 'bout the lil dude"
Get feelings hurt, got a attitude,
They'll come in a year or two
Made you Hustle Gang, let you in the
"I get you rich" you said "you want a Grammy"
Showed you how to mix the
Candy, doin' 160 with me, he panic
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro happening?
with Pharell, chillin' in Miami"
All you said was "run it, the flight I'm coming
I leave though, I gotta handle something"
I just said "ok" I hung up the
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

Devil's business, my brother
to be a living legend
Hating sent you home
But when we see that guy, we gon' treat him 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
up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, up