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 only for the moment
Erybody going deeper to the
of no return, following 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 rather die see you live fly
in a barrel, in ghetto America
Man, we just lucky that we it out
See so much potential, lost reputation, you would think eventually we will get it
They say you got it, they don't even it
It just so much for them to see you with it
What I 'bout Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and and kill off greatness in the making
we put together never let 'em take it
Goddamn shawty you were to make it

You was supposed to 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 when I met you, sitting in the car
Buck head in the mall, you was something
He was just a nigga,
Still he got excited,
It was hard to a fat nigga with a eye patch, swingin' hard
role tide Alabama
You can he was kickin' too much flavour on a country nigga made 'em wanna kill him
Still to see him shawty, he be chillin'
Nigga wish him dead, he ain't feel it
At video, I could feel the ?
We was at the club, couldn't 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, "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I ain't worry the lil dude"
Get feelings hurt, got a attitude,
They'll around in a year or two
Made you Gang, let you in the family
Said "I get you rich" you said "you a Grammy"
Showed you how to mix the
Candy, doin' 160 me, he ain't panic
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's
Working Pharell, chillin' in Miami"
All you was "run it, book the flight I'm coming
'Fore I leave though, I handle something"
I just said "ok" I up the phone
Couple hours later, damn my gone

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

business, my brother gone
Supposed to be a living
nigga sent 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
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
You was supposed to it
You was supposed to it
up, lighters up
Get your up, lighters up