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

You was supposed to 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, following the evil, running from the
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 than a
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, they rather die then see you 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 we will get it
They say you got it, they even want it
It just hurt so much for them to see you it
What I 'bout Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and steal and kill off in the making
What we put never let 'em take it
Goddamn you were '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
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
up, lighters up
You was supposed to it
You was to make it
Lighters up, up
Get your up, lighters 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 overwhelm a fat nigga a eye patch, swingin' hard
Reppin' tide Alabama
You can tell he was too much 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 your video, I feel 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 "fuck I 'posed 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,
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"
you how to mix the Actavis
Candy, doin' 160 with me, he ain't
me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's happening?
Working Pharell, chillin' in Miami"
All you said was "run it, book the I'm coming
'Fore I leave though, I handle something"
I just said "ok" I up the phone
Couple hours later, damn my 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 supposed to it
up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, up