Luyện nghe bài hát One More Step

Ciphers in front of The Apollo as a
Now I got a full of hollows in the .40
Louis, Guccis, every now and Mauris
I too long to come back, send for me
Know how to work it, big pop on the underground circuit
'til it surface
The nerve of peasants
Treat a rap budget like a how I stretch it
Think get the message
Waters, Dutchies, lot of herb in a
tough guys, herbs with aggression
Put your thoughts all over the with the Wesson
What used to be superb now is
energy
Generated from the and the centipedes
You remember me
I just get the started
Cold-blooded,
way you on target
Move to the side, let the merge
The gun's fried rice, who want they brain stirred?
Enter the limelight, lemon drop-top off of life
see the crew in the hindsight
Yeah!
American sedan, the got Berettas in their hand
This is Mafia, plan
Word to the on the brick, this is raw
I'm in the 4x4, 8 8 in the clip
The hustling Harry Potter, the brick
Ice in the bracelet give the Matrix a
And my car's a spaceship
Got gold in my checks
Jordans got ice in the
Pants got a gun the waist is
basic, shirt smell like herb smoke
Chirp, yo, Chirp
Let me who getting murked, though
Yeah, we money, nigga
Who getting work,
And I got the Kush,
I got the Purple, squares
we got a hold on the circle
Kill you or you, whatever's a virtue
Beat you ya parents when you breaking your curfew

(Chorus)
Homie, life to the death
We gonna it to the top, just one more step
Get this money, it don't if it's cash or check
We make it to the top, just one more step
Big houses, cars and jewels wet
We gonna make it to the top, one more step
To the family, friends, whole is set
We gonna it to the top, just one more step, one more step

Yo, living my life, left of it
Don't try to go to jail but if you do the best of it
If you crash into a bullet it ain't no estimate
It's a guarantee, my nigga
Death's a
This is audio crack, guess cheffing it
Jadakiss and SP, do effortless
Gun play make you do son say
If the Lord you a flight, the ticket is one-way
Put work in when you young, you get power
The money match the running it get sour
Still rep the hood to the
A promise is only good if kept
Niggas'll you for less
Silence is golden, go 'head, keep
The window of keeps closing
We gon' see if you really a baller
A is small, but a casket is much smaller
Burn out 30 a set shit, 60 a Key
That's street shit, & P shit
Lambos, hoopties, and groupies
Montclair, D-Squared, Emilio
Long trips, short trips, me nauseous
Court shit, gave Jews money for Porsches
Made a couple mil for the small
We rap and keep raw, so we on some street shit
Wall still spin, upgraded the floor
Ain't it, ain't see it, ain't hear about it
If it's money gone, believe we gon' about
Send some niggas to your crib, the air up out it
Leave blood up in it
Listen, fam, the Lam's the color of
The seats is like in it
No in the club, box cutter in it
Long and big checks
Get in the chest, face, wig, neck
Tre Pound, Sig, Tec
Play the game, get a plane is ya ship
Learn the best if you aint learn shit yet
Yeah!

(Chorus)
Homie, live life to the
We gonna make it to the top, one more step
Get this money, it don't matter if cash or check
We gonna make it to the top, just one more
Big houses, and jewels that's wet
We gonna make it to the top, one more step
To the family, friends, life is set
We gonna it to the top, just one more step, one more step