Luyện nghe bài hát One More Step

Ciphers in of The Apollo as a shorty
Now I got a clip full of in the .40
Louis, Guccis, every now and Mauris
I take too long to come back, for me
Know how to work it, big things pop on the underground
Maintain it surface
The of these peasants
Treat a rap budget a bird how I stretch it
Think they get the
Waters, Dutchies, lot of in a session
So-called guys, herbs with aggression
Put your all over the curb with the Wesson
used to be superb now is depressing
Negative
Generated from the snakes and the
You remember me
I get the storm started
Cold-blooded,
way you on target
Move to the side, let the merge
The gun's like rice, who want they brain stirred?
Enter the limelight, lemon drop-top off of life
Always see the in the hindsight
Yeah!
American sedan, the shooters got Berettas in hand
This is Mafia, veterans'll
Word to the on the brick, this is raw
I'm in the 4x4, 8 plus 8 in the
The hustling Harry Potter, shaking the
Ice in the bracelet give the a glitch
And my car's a spaceship
Got gold in my checks
Jordans got ice in the
Pants got a gun where the is
It's basic, shirt like herb smoke
Chirp, yo, Chirp
Let me who getting murked, though
Yeah, we getting money,
Who work, though
And I got the Kush,
I got the Purple, move
'Cause we got a on the circle
Kill you or you, whatever's a virtue
Beat you like ya parents when you breaking curfew

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

Yo, my life, what's 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 money-back guarantee, my
Death's a
This is audio crack, who's cheffing it
Jadakiss and SP, do this
Gun play you do whatever son say
If the Lord send you a flight, the ticket is
Put that work in when you young, you get
The money don't match the running it get
Still rep the to the death
A is only good if it's kept
Niggas'll you for less
is golden, go 'head, keep dozing
The window of keeps closing
We gon' see if you really a baller
A cell is small, but a casket is much
out 30 a set shit, 60 a Key shit
That's street shit, Jada & P
Lambos, hoopties, shooters and
Montclair, D-Squared, Pucci
Long trips, short trips, me nauseous
shit, gave them Jews money for Porsches
Made a couple mil for the small
We rap and keep raw, so we on some street lore-Forbes
Wall spin, upgraded the floor flip
Ain't touch it, ain't see it, ain't hear it
If it's money gone, we gon' care about
Send some to your crib, take the air up out it
Leave some up in it
Listen, fam, the the color of toast
The seats is like in it
No hammers in the club, box 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 from the if you aint learn shit yet
Yeah!

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