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

Tell me why it is now that we only for the moment
Erybody deeper to the dark
Point of no return, the evil, running from the Lord
Hatred in the
Poison ? a use to play and trade toys with a nigga
Now you gotta go to war with a
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 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 'bout Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and steal and off greatness in the making
What we put together let 'em take it
shawty you were 'pose to make it

You was supposed to it
You was supposed to it
You was supposed to it
You was supposed to it
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
You was supposed to 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 a young nigga,
Still he got excited,
It was hard to overwhelm a fat nigga with a eye patch, hard
Reppin' role tide
You can tell he was kickin' too much on a country nigga made 'em wanna kill him
Still to see him smiling shawty, he be
Nigga wish him dead, he even feel it
At your video, I feel 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 "fuck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you 'bout it then, said "ay you cool?"
You said "I ain't worry the lil dude"
Get feelings hurt, got a attitude,
come around 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
me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's happening?
Working Pharell, chillin' in Miami"
All you was "run it, book the flight I'm coming
'Fore I though, I gotta handle something"
I just said "ok" I up the phone
Couple hours later, my nigga gone

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

Devil's business, my brother
Supposed to be a living
Hating sent you home
But when we see that guy, we treat him like the sky
On the 4th of
And him up

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