Luyện nghe bài hát Light Em Up

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

Tell me why it is now that we live only for the
Erybody going deeper to the
Point of no return, following the evil, running from the
Hatred in the
Poison ? a nigga use to and trade toys with a nigga
Now you gotta go to war a nigga
Just you got more 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 eventually we will get it
They say you got it, don't even want it
It just hurt so for them to see you with it
What I 'bout Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and steal and kill off greatness in the
What we put together never let 'em it
shawty you were '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
Lighters up, up
Lighters up, up
You was supposed to it
You was to make it
Lighters up, 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,
Still he got excited,
It was hard to a fat nigga 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 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 like "fuck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you it then, said "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I worry 'bout the lil dude"
Get they hurt, got a attitude,
They'll come around in a 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
me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's happening?
Working with Pharell, in Miami"
All you was "run it, book the flight I'm coming
'Fore I though, I gotta handle something"
I just "ok" I hung up the phone
Couple later, damn my nigga gone

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

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

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