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 go to war with 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 that we make it out
See so much potential, lost some reputation, you 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 steal and kill off in the making
What we put never let 'em take it
Goddamn shawty you were to make it

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

You know I met you, sitting in the car
head 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'
Reppin' tide 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'
wish him dead, he ain't even feel it
At your video, I feel the ?
We was at the club, nigga get it in, they was stuck outside
to look at you, and as you should you looked like "fuck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you 'bout it then, said "ay you cool?"
You said "I ain't 'bout the lil dude"
Get they hurt, got a attitude,
They'll come in a year or two
Made you Gang, let you in the family
Said "I get you rich" you "you want a Grammy"
you how to mix the Actavis
Candy, doin' 160 with me, he 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 gotta something"
I just "ok" I hung up the phone
Couple later, damn my nigga gone

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

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

Lighters up, 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