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

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

Tell me why it is now we live only for the moment
Erybody going to the dark
Point of no return, following the evil, from the Lord
Hatred in the
Poison ? a nigga use to play and toys with a nigga
Now you go to war with a nigga
Just because you got more a nigga
Kamikaze you, they rather die then see you live fly
Crabs in a barrel, in America
Man, we lucky that we make it out
See so much potential, lost some reputation, you would think eventually we get it
say you got it, they don't even want it
It hurt so much for them to see you with it
What I 'bout Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and and kill off greatness in the making
What we put together never let 'em it
Goddamn 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
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 when I met you, sitting in the car
head in the mall, you was something special
He was just a nigga,
Still he got excited,
It was to overwhelm a fat nigga with a eye patch, swingin' hard
Reppin' role tide
You can tell he was kickin' too flavour on a country nigga made 'em wanna kill him
Still to see him smiling shawty, he be
wish him dead, he ain't even feel it
At video, I could 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 it then, said "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I ain't 'bout the lil dude"
Get feelings hurt, got a attitude,
come around in a year 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, doin' 160 with me, he panic
me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's happening?
Working with Pharell, in Miami"
All you said was "run it, book the flight I'm
'Fore I leave though, I gotta something"
I just "ok" I hung up the phone
Couple hours later, my nigga gone

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

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

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