Luyện nghe bài hát Light Em Up

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

Tell me why it is now that we live only for the
going deeper to the dark
Point of no return, following the evil, from the Lord
in the heart
Poison ? a nigga use to play and toys with a nigga
Now you go to war with a nigga
Just because you got more than a
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, they rather die then see you fly
Crabs in a barrel, in ghetto
Man, we just that we make it out
See so much potential, lost some reputation, you would think we will get it
They say you got it, they don't even it
It just so much for them to see you with it
What I know Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and steal and off greatness in the making
What we put never 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
Lighters up, up
up, lighters up
You was to make it
You was supposed to it
Lighters up, up
Get your lighters up, up

You when I met you, sitting in the car
Buck in the mall, you was something special
He was a young nigga,
Still he got excited,
It was hard to overwhelm a fat with a eye patch, swingin' hard
Reppin' tide Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too much on a country nigga made 'em wanna kill him
to see him smiling shawty, he be chillin'
Nigga wish him dead, he ain't even 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 like "fuck I to do?"
Asked you 'bout it then, "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I ain't 'bout the lil dude"
Get feelings hurt, got a attitude,
They'll around in a year 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
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's
Working with Pharell, in Miami"
All you said was "run it, book the flight I'm
'Fore I leave though, I gotta 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 to make it
You was to make it

Devil's business, my brother
to be a living legend
Hating sent you home
But when we see guy, we gon' 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 to make it
You was to make it
Lighters up, up
Get your up, lighters up