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 going to the dark
Point of no return, the evil, running from the Lord
Hatred in the
Poison ? a nigga use to play and toys with a nigga
Now you gotta go to war a nigga
because you got more than a nigga
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, rather die then see you live fly
Crabs in a barrel, in ghetto
Man, we lucky that we make it out
See so potential, lost some reputation, you would think eventually we will get it
say you got it, they don't even want it
It just hurt so much for them to see you it
What I know Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and and kill off greatness in the making
What we put together never let 'em it
Goddamn shawty you were to make it

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

You know 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 overwhelm a fat nigga with a eye patch, swingin'
Reppin' role Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too much on a country nigga made 'em wanna kill him
Still to see him smiling shawty, he be
Nigga 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?"
you 'bout it then, said "ay brah you cool?"
You "I ain't worry 'bout the lil dude"
Get they hurt, got a attitude,
They'll come in a year or two
Made you Hustle Gang, let you in the
Said "I get you rich" you "you want a Grammy"
Showed you how to mix the
Candy, doin' 160 with me, he panic
me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's happening?
Working with Pharell, in Miami"
All you said was "run it, book the I'm coming
'Fore I leave though, I handle something"
I said "ok" I hung up the phone
Couple hours later, my nigga gone

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

Devil's business, my gone
Supposed to be a legend
nigga sent you home
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
Lighters up, up
You was supposed to it
You was to make it
up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, up