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 live for the moment
Erybody going deeper to the
of no return, following the evil, running from the Lord
Hatred in the
Poison ? a nigga use to play and trade toys with a
Now you gotta go to war with a
Just because you got more a nigga
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, they rather die then see you fly
in a barrel, in ghetto America
Man, we lucky that we make it out
See so much potential, lost some reputation, you would think eventually we get it
They say you got it, they don't even it
It just hurt so for them to see you with it
What I know Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and steal and off greatness in the making
What we put together never let 'em it
Goddamn shawty you 'pose to make it

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

You know when I met you, in the car
head in the mall, you was something special
He was just a nigga,
Still he got excited,
It was hard to overwhelm a fat nigga with a eye patch, hard
Reppin' role Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a country nigga 'em wanna kill him
Still to see him shawty, he be chillin'
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 you looked like "fuck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you it then, said "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I worry 'bout the lil dude"
Get feelings hurt, got a attitude,
They'll come in a year or two
you Hustle Gang, let you in the family
Said "I get you rich" you "you want a Grammy"
you how to mix the Actavis
Candy, 160 with me, he ain't panic
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro happening?
Working Pharell, chillin' in Miami"
All you was "run it, book the flight I'm coming
'Fore I leave though, I gotta something"
I just said "ok" I hung up the
hours later, damn my nigga gone

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

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

up, lighters 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