Luyện nghe bài hát One More Step

Ciphers in front of The Apollo as a
Now I got a clip of hollows in the .40
Louis, Guccis, every now and Mauris
I too long to come back, send for me
how to work it, big things pop on the underground circuit
Maintain it surface
The nerve of peasants
a rap budget like a bird how I stretch it
Think get the message
Waters, Dutchies, lot of in a session
So-called guys, herbs with aggression
Put thoughts all over the curb with the Wesson
What to be superb now is depressing
Negative
Generated the snakes and the centipedes
You will me
I just get the started
Cold-blooded,
Either way you on
Move to the side, let the lane
The like fried rice, who want they brain stirred?
Enter the limelight, drop-top off of crime life
Always see the crew in the
Yeah!
American sedan, the shooters got Berettas in their
is Mafia, veterans'll plan
Word to the tape on the brick, is raw
I'm in the 4x4, 8 8 in the clip
The hustling Potter, shaking the brick
Ice in the bracelet the Matrix a glitch
And my car's like a
Got gold in my checks
Jordans got ice in the
got a gun where the waist is
It's basic, smell 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, squares
'Cause we got a on the circle
Kill you or you, whatever's a virtue
you like ya parents when you breaking your curfew

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

Yo, living my life, left of it
try to go to jail but if you do make 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 crack, guess who's cheffing it
Jadakiss and SP, do effortless
Gun play make you do son say
If the send you a flight, the ticket is one-way
Put that in when you young, you get power
The money match the running it get sour
Still rep the to the death
A promise is only if it's kept
Niggas'll kill you for
Silence is golden, go 'head, keep
The window of opportunity closing
We see if you really a clutch baller
A cell is small, but a casket is much
Burn out 30 a set shit, 60 a Key
That's street shit, & P shit
Lambos, hoopties, and groupies
Montclair, D-Squared, Pucci
Long trips, short trips, making me
Court shit, them Jews money for Porsches
a couple mil for the small shit
We rap and keep raw, so we on some lore-Forbes shit
Wall still spin, the floor flip
Ain't touch it, see it, ain't hear about it
If it's money gone, we gon' care about
some niggas to your crib, take the air up out it
Leave blood up in it
Listen, fam, the the color of toast
The seats is butter 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 the best if you aint learn shit yet
Yeah!

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