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

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

me why it is now that we live only for the moment
Erybody deeper to the dark
Point of no return, following the evil, from the Lord
Hatred in the
Poison ? a nigga use to and trade toys with a nigga
Now you gotta go to war with a
Just because you got than a nigga
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, they die then see you live fly
in a barrel, in ghetto 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 don't want it
It just hurt so for them to see you with it
What I know 'bout Satan, he patiently
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 to make it
You was to make it
Lighters up, up
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
up, lighters up
You was to make it
You was to make 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 special
He was a young nigga,
he never got excited,
It was hard to overwhelm a fat nigga with a eye patch, swingin'
role tide Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a nigga made 'em wanna kill him
Still to see him smiling shawty, he be
Nigga wish him dead, he ain't even 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?"
you 'bout it then, said "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I worry 'bout the lil dude"
Get feelings hurt, got a attitude,
They'll around in a year or two
Made you Hustle Gang, let you in the
"I get you rich" you said "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 said was "run it, book the flight I'm
I leave though, I gotta handle something"
I just said "ok" I up the phone
Couple hours later, my nigga gone

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

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

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