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

You was to make 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
in the heart
Poison ? a nigga use to play and toys with a nigga
Now you go to war with a nigga
Just you got more than a nigga
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, they rather die then see you fly
Crabs in a barrel, in America
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, don't even want it
It just so much for them to see you with it
What I 'bout Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and steal and kill off in the making
What we put together never let 'em it
shawty you were 'pose to make it

You was supposed to it
You was to make it
You was to make it
You was supposed to it
Lighters up, up
up, lighters up
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
You was supposed to it
You was supposed to it
up, lighters 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 a young nigga,
he never got excited,
It was hard to overwhelm a fat nigga with a eye patch, swingin'
role tide Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a country nigga 'em wanna kill him
Still to see him smiling shawty, he be
Nigga him dead, he ain't even feel it
At video, I could feel the ?
We was at the club, nigga get it in, they was stuck outside
Start to look at you, and as you should you looked like "fuck I to do?"
Asked you 'bout it then, said "ay you cool?"
You said "I ain't 'bout the lil dude"
Get feelings hurt, got a attitude,
They'll around in a year or two
Made you Gang, let you in the family
Said "I get you rich" you "you want a Grammy"
Showed you how to mix the
Candy, 160 with 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, the flight I'm coming
'Fore I leave though, I handle something"
I said "ok" I hung up the phone
Couple hours later, my nigga gone

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

Devil's business, my gone
to be a living legend
Hating nigga sent you
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 supposed to it
up, lighters up
Get lighters up, lighters up