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 only for the moment
Erybody deeper to the dark
Point of no return, following the evil, from the Lord
in the heart
Poison ? a nigga use to play and trade toys with a
Now you gotta go to war a nigga
Just because you got than a nigga
Motherfucker you, they rather die then see you live fly
Crabs in a barrel, in ghetto
Man, we just lucky that we it out
See so much potential, lost some reputation, you would think eventually we get it
They say you got it, they don't even it
It hurt so much for them to see you with it
What I 'bout Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and steal and off greatness in the making
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
up, lighters up
You was to make it
You was to make it
up, lighters 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 a young nigga,
he never got excited,
It was hard to overwhelm a fat nigga with a eye patch, hard
Reppin' tide Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a country made 'em wanna kill him
to see him smiling shawty, he be chillin'
Nigga wish him dead, he even feel it
At your video, I could the ?
We was at the club, couldn't get it in, they was stuck outside
Start to look at you, and as you should you looked "fuck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you 'bout it then, said "ay 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 said "you a Grammy"
you how to mix the Actavis
Candy, 160 with me, he ain't panic
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's
Working Pharell, chillin' in Miami"
All you was "run it, book the flight I'm coming
'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 suppose to it

Devil's business, my brother
Supposed to be a living
nigga 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
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
You was supposed to it
You was supposed to it
Lighters up, up
Get your lighters up, up