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

You was supposed to 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 to the dark
Point of no return, following the evil, running the Lord
in the heart
Poison ? a nigga use to play and toys with a nigga
Now you gotta go to war with a
Just because you got more than a
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, they rather die see you live fly
Crabs in a barrel, in ghetto
Man, we just lucky that we 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 'bout Satan, he patiently
To rob and and kill off greatness in the making
we put together never let 'em take it
Goddamn shawty you 'pose to make it

You was supposed to it
You was to make it
You was supposed to it
You was supposed to it
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
You was supposed to it
You was to make it
Lighters up, 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, swingin'
Reppin' role tide
You can tell he was kickin' too much on a country nigga made 'em wanna kill him
Still to see him shawty, he be chillin'
wish 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, was stuck outside
Start to look at you, and as you should you looked like "fuck I to do?"
Asked you 'bout it then, said "ay you cool?"
You "I ain't worry 'bout the lil dude"
Get feelings hurt, got a attitude,
They'll come in a year or two
Made you Gang, let you in the family
Said "I get you rich" you "you want a Grammy"
Showed you how to mix the
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, the flight I'm coming
'Fore I leave though, I gotta something"
I just said "ok" I hung up the
Couple hours later, my nigga gone

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

Devil's business, my gone
Supposed to be a living
Hating 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
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
You was supposed to it
You was supposed to it
up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, up