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

me why it is now that we live only for the moment
Erybody going deeper to the
Point of no return, the evil, running from the Lord
Hatred in the
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 you, they 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 eventually we get it
say you got it, they don't even want it
It just hurt so much for them to see you it
What I know Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and steal and kill off in the making
we put together never let 'em take it
Goddamn you were 'pose to make it

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

You know when I met you, in the car
Buck head in the mall, you was special
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 country nigga made 'em kill him
to see him smiling shawty, he be chillin'
Nigga wish him dead, he ain't even it
At video, I could feel the ?
We was at the club, couldn't get it in, they was stuck outside
Start to at you, and as you should 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
you Hustle Gang, let you in the family
Said "I get you rich" you "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 was "run it, book the flight I'm coming
'Fore I leave though, I gotta something"
I said "ok" I hung up the phone
Couple hours later, damn my gone

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

business, my brother gone
Supposed to be a living
Hating nigga sent you
But we see that guy, we gon' treat him like 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
Lighters up, up
Get your lighters up, up