Luyện nghe bài hát Light Em Up

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

Tell me why it is now that we live only for the
Erybody going deeper to the
Point of no return, following the evil, from the Lord
Hatred in the
Poison ? a nigga use to play and trade toys with a
Now you gotta go to war a nigga
because you got more than a nigga
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, they rather die then see you fly
Crabs in a barrel, in America
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 even want it
It just hurt so 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 let 'em take it
Goddamn shawty you were to make it

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

You when 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 hard to overwhelm a fat nigga with a eye patch, swingin'
Reppin' tide Alabama
You can tell he was too much flavour on a country nigga 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, nigga get it in, they 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 said "I worry 'bout the lil dude"
Get they hurt, got a attitude,
come around in a year or two
Made you Hustle Gang, let you in the
Said "I get you rich" you said "you a Grammy"
you how to mix the Actavis
Candy, doin' 160 me, he ain't panic
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro happening?
Working with Pharell, in Miami"
All you said was "run it, book the I'm coming
I leave though, I gotta handle something"
I just "ok" I hung up the phone
Couple later, damn 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
Supposed to be a living
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
up, lighters up
Lighters up, up
You was to make it
You was supposed to it
up, lighters up
Get your up, lighters up