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

You was supposed to 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 to the dark
Point of no return, the evil, running from the Lord
in the heart
Poison ? a nigga use to play and trade toys with a
Now you go to war with a nigga
Just because you got than a nigga
Kamikaze you, they rather die then see you live fly
Crabs in a barrel, in ghetto
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 want it
It just hurt so much for them to see you it
What I know 'bout Satan, he wait
To rob and and kill off greatness 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 supposed to it
You was supposed to it
You was supposed to it
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
up, lighters up
You was to make it
You was to make it
up, lighters up
Get your up, lighters up

You know I met you, sitting in the car
head in the mall, you was something special
He was just a nigga,
he never 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 much flavour on a nigga made 'em wanna kill him
to see him smiling shawty, he be chillin'
Nigga wish him dead, he even feel it
At your video, I feel the ?
We was at the club, nigga couldn't get it in, was stuck outside
Start to look at you, and as you should you looked "fuck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you 'bout it then, said "ay you cool?"
You said "I worry 'bout the lil dude"
Get feelings hurt, got a attitude,
They'll come in a year or two
Made you Hustle Gang, let you in the
Said "I get you rich" you "you want a Grammy"
Showed you how to mix the
Candy, doin' 160 with me, he ain't
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's
with Pharell, chillin' in Miami"
All you said was "run it, book the flight I'm
I leave though, I gotta handle something"
I just said "ok" I hung up the
Couple hours later, damn my gone

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

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

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