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

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

Tell me why it is now we live only for the moment
going deeper 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 gotta go to war a nigga
Just you got more than a nigga
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, rather die then see you live fly
in a barrel, in ghetto America
Man, we lucky that we make it out
See so potential, lost some reputation, you would think eventually we will get it
They say you got it, they don't even it
It hurt so much for them to see you with it
What I know Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and and kill off greatness in the making
we put together never let 'em take it
Goddamn shawty you 'pose to make it

You was to make it
You was supposed to it
You was to make it
You was supposed to it
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
You was to make it
You was supposed to 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 special
He was just a nigga,
he never got excited,
It was to overwhelm a fat nigga with a eye patch, swingin' hard
role tide Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a country nigga '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 could the ?
We was at the club, nigga couldn't get it in, they was stuck
Start to look at you, and as you you looked like "fuck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you 'bout it then, "ay brah you cool?"
You "I ain't worry 'bout the lil dude"
Get they hurt, got a attitude,
They'll around in a year or two
you Hustle Gang, let you in the family
Said "I get you rich" you said "you a Grammy"
you how to mix the Actavis
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
'Fore I though, I gotta handle something"
I just said "ok" I up the phone
Couple hours later, damn my nigga

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

Devil's business, my brother
to be a living legend
Hating sent 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 to make it
Lighters up, up
Get lighters up, lighters up