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 we live only for the moment
Erybody deeper to the dark
of no return, following the evil, running from the Lord
Hatred in the
Poison ? a nigga use to play and trade toys a nigga
Now you gotta go to war a nigga
because you got more than a nigga
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, rather die then see you live fly
Crabs in a barrel, in ghetto
Man, we just lucky we make it out
See so much potential, lost 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
What we put together never let 'em it
shawty you were 'pose to make it

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

You when I met you, sitting in the car
Buck in the mall, you was something special
He was just a nigga,
Still he got excited,
It was hard to a fat nigga with a eye patch, swingin' hard
Reppin' role tide
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
Nigga 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, was stuck outside
Start to look at you, and as you should you like "fuck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you 'bout it then, said "ay you cool?"
You said "I worry 'bout the lil dude"
Get feelings hurt, got a attitude,
They'll come around in a or two
Made you Gang, let you in the family
Said "I get you rich" you said "you a Grammy"
Showed you how to mix the
Candy, doin' 160 me, he ain't panic
me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's happening?
Working Pharell, chillin' in Miami"
All you said was "run it, book the flight I'm
I leave 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 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 guy, we gon' treat 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 to make it
Lighters up, up
Get your lighters up, up