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

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

Tell me why it is now that we live for the moment
going deeper to the dark
Point of no return, following the evil, running the Lord
Hatred in the
? a nigga use to play and trade toys with a nigga
Now you gotta go to war with a
Just because you got more than a
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, they die then see you live fly
in a barrel, in ghetto America
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, they even want it
It hurt so much for them to see you with it
I know 'bout Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and and kill off greatness in the making
What we put together let 'em take it
shawty you were 'pose to make it

You was to make it
You was supposed to it
You was supposed to it
You was to make it
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
You was to make it
You was to make it
up, lighters 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,
Still he got excited,
It was to overwhelm a fat nigga with a eye patch, swingin' hard
Reppin' role Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too flavour on a country nigga made 'em wanna kill him
Still to see him smiling shawty, he be
Nigga him dead, he ain't even feel it
At your video, I feel the ?
We was at the club, nigga couldn't get it in, they was stuck
Start to look at you, and as you should you looked "fuck I 'posed to do?"
you 'bout it then, said "ay brah 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
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, doin' 160 with me, he panic
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's
Working with Pharell, in Miami"
All you said was "run it, book the flight I'm
I leave though, I gotta handle something"
I said "ok" I hung up the phone
hours later, damn my nigga gone

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 that guy, we gon' 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
Lighters up, up
Get your up, lighters up