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 that we live 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 go to war with 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 that we it out
See so potential, lost some reputation, you would think eventually we will get it
They say you got it, don't even want it
It just hurt so much for to see you with it
What I know 'bout Satan, he wait
To rob and steal and kill off greatness in the
we put together never let 'em take it
Goddamn shawty you 'pose to make it

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

You know when I met you, in the car
Buck head in the mall, you was something
He was a young nigga,
Still he got excited,
It was hard to overwhelm a fat with a eye patch, swingin' hard
Reppin' role tide
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 even feel it
At video, I could feel 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?"
Asked you 'bout it then, "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I worry 'bout the lil dude"
Get they hurt, got a attitude,
They'll around in a year or two
Made you Hustle Gang, let you in the
Said "I get you rich" you said "you a Grammy"
Showed you how to mix the
Candy, doin' 160 with me, he ain't
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro happening?
with Pharell, chillin' in Miami"
All you said was "run it, book the flight I'm
'Fore I leave though, I gotta something"
I said "ok" I hung up the phone
hours later, damn my nigga gone

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

Devil's business, my gone
Supposed to be a living
nigga sent you home
But when we see that guy, we gon' treat him the sky
On the 4th of
And him up

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