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

me why it is now that we live 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 because you got more than a
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, rather die then see you live fly
Crabs in a barrel, in America
Man, we just lucky that we 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 for them to see you with it
What I 'bout Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and steal and off greatness 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 to make it
You was supposed to it
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 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,
he never 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 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, nigga couldn't get it in, was stuck outside
Start to look at you, and as you you looked like "fuck I 'posed to do?"
you 'bout it then, said "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I worry '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
"I get you rich" you said "you want a Grammy"
Showed you how to mix the
Candy, 160 with me, he ain't 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 just "ok" I hung up the phone
Couple hours later, damn my nigga

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

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

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