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

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

Tell me why it is now that we live only for the
Erybody going deeper to the
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 a nigga
Just because you got more a nigga
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, they 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 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 know Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and steal and kill off in the making
What we put together let 'em take it
Goddamn shawty you were 'pose to it

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

You know I met you, sitting in the car
Buck head in the mall, you was special
He was a young nigga,
Still he got excited,
It was to overwhelm a fat nigga with a eye patch, swingin' hard
Reppin' tide Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a nigga made 'em wanna kill him
to see him smiling shawty, he be chillin'
Nigga wish him dead, he ain't even it
At your video, I could 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?"
you 'bout it then, said "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I ain't worry the lil dude"
Get they hurt, got a attitude,
They'll come around in a or two
you Hustle 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 with me, he panic
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's
with Pharell, chillin' in Miami"
All you said was "run it, the flight I'm coming
'Fore I leave though, I gotta something"
I said "ok" I hung 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 to make 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
Lighters up, up
up, lighters up
You was to make it
You was to make it
up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, up