Luyện nghe bài hát Light Em Up

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 deeper to the dark
Point of no return, the evil, running from the Lord
in the heart
Poison ? a nigga use to play and trade with a nigga
Now you go to war with a nigga
Just because you got more than a
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, they die then see you live fly
Crabs in a barrel, in America
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 'bout Satan, he 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 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
Lighters up, up
You was supposed to it
You was to make it
Lighters up, up
Get lighters 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,
he never got excited,
It was to overwhelm 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 wanna him
Still to see him shawty, he be chillin'
Nigga wish him dead, he ain't feel it
At your video, I could the ?
We was at the club, nigga couldn't get it in, they was stuck
Start to look at you, and as you should you like "fuck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you 'bout it then, "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I ain't worry 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 ain't
me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's happening?
Working Pharell, chillin' in Miami"
All you said was "run it, book the I'm coming
'Fore I leave though, I handle something"
I just said "ok" I up the phone
Couple hours later, damn my nigga

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

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