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

me why it is now that we live only for the moment
Erybody going to the dark
Point of no return, following the evil, running 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 more than a
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, they rather die see you live fly
Crabs in a barrel, in America
Man, we just that we make it out
See so much potential, lost some reputation, you think eventually we will get it
They say you got it, they even want it
It just hurt so much for to see you with it
What I know Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and steal and kill off greatness in the
What we put together let 'em take it
Goddamn shawty you were 'pose to it

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

You know when I met you, in the car
Buck head in the mall, you was something
He was just a nigga,
Still he got excited,
It was hard to overwhelm a fat nigga with a eye patch, hard
Reppin' role tide
You can tell he was too much flavour on a country 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 could the ?
We was at the club, nigga get it in, they was stuck outside
Start to look at you, and as you should you looked "fuck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you it then, said "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I ain't 'bout the lil dude"
Get they hurt, got a attitude,
They'll around in a year or two
Made you Hustle Gang, let you in the
Said "I get you rich" you "you want a Grammy"
you how to mix the Actavis
Candy, doin' 160 me, he ain't panic
me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's happening?
Working with Pharell, in Miami"
All you said was "run it, the flight I'm coming
'Fore I leave though, I handle something"
I just said "ok" I hung up the
hours later, damn my nigga gone

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

Devil's business, my brother
to be a living legend
Hating nigga sent you
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
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
You was to make it
You was to make it
Lighters up, up
Get lighters up, lighters up