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 we live only for the moment
Erybody deeper to the dark
Point of no return, following the evil, running from the
Hatred in the
Poison ? a nigga use to play and trade with a nigga
Now you go to war with a nigga
because you got more than a nigga
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 eventually we will get it
They say you got it, they don't even it
It just hurt so for them to see you with it
What I know Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and and kill off greatness in the making
What we put together let 'em take it
Goddamn shawty you 'pose to make it

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

You when I met you, sitting in the car
Buck head in the mall, you was something
He was a young nigga,
he never got excited,
It was hard to overwhelm a fat nigga with a eye patch, hard
role tide Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too flavour on a country nigga made 'em wanna kill him
Still to see him smiling shawty, he be
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 at you, and as you should you looked like "fuck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you it then, said "ay brah you cool?"
You "I ain't worry 'bout the lil dude"
Get feelings hurt, got a attitude,
They'll come around in a or two
Made you Hustle Gang, let you in the
Said "I get you rich" you "you want a Grammy"
you how to mix the Actavis
Candy, 160 with me, he ain't 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 just "ok" I hung up the phone
Couple hours later, damn my 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 gone
Supposed to be a legend
nigga sent you home
But we see that guy, we gon' treat him like the sky
On the 4th of
And him up

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