Luyện nghe bài hát One More Step

Ciphers in front of The Apollo as a
Now I got a clip full of in the .40
Louis, Guccis, now and then Mauris
I take too long to come back, for me
Know how to work it, big pop on the underground circuit
Maintain it surface
The of these peasants
Treat a rap like a bird how I stretch it
Think they get the
Waters, Dutchies, lot of herb in a
So-called guys, herbs with aggression
Put your thoughts all over the curb with the
What used to be now is depressing
Negative
Generated from the and the centipedes
You remember me
I just get the storm
Cold-blooded,
Either way you on
to the side, let the lane merge
The gun's like fried rice, who want they brain
Enter the limelight, lemon drop-top off of life
Always see the crew in the
Yeah!
American sedan, the shooters got 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 Potter, shaking the brick
Ice in the bracelet give the Matrix a
And my car's like a
Got in my Nike checks
got ice in the laces
Pants got a gun the waist is
It's basic, shirt smell like smoke
Chirp, yo, back
Let me who getting murked, though
Yeah, we getting money,
Who getting work,
And I got the Kush,
I got the Purple, squares
we got a hold on the circle
Kill you or hurt you, whatever's a
Beat you like ya when you breaking your curfew

(Chorus)
Homie, live life to the
We gonna make it to the top, one more step
Get this money, it don't matter if it's cash or
We gonna it to the top, just one more step
Big houses, cars and 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, what's of it
try to go to jail but if you do make the best of it
If you crash into a then it ain't no estimate
It's a guarantee, my nigga
Death's a
This is audio crack, guess cheffing it
and SP, do this 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 don't match the it get sour
rep the hood to the death
A promise is only good if kept
Niggas'll you for less
is golden, go 'head, keep dozing
The window of opportunity closing
We gon' see if you a clutch baller
A cell is small, but a casket is smaller
Burn out 30 a set shit, 60 a Key
That's street shit, Jada & P
Lambos, hoopties, shooters and
Montclair, D-Squared, Emilio
Long trips, short trips, me nauseous
shit, gave them Jews money for Porsches
Made a mil for the small shit
We rap and keep raw, so we on some street lore-Forbes
still spin, upgraded the floor flip
Ain't touch it, see it, ain't hear about it
If money gone, believe we gon' care about
Send some niggas to your crib, 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 popped in the chest, face, wig,
Tre Pound, Sig, Tec
Play the game, get a is ya ship wreck
Learn from the best if you aint learn yet
Yeah!

(Chorus)
Homie, live life to the
We gonna it to the top, just 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, and jewels that's wet
We make it to the top, just one more step
To the family, friends, whole is set
We gonna make it to the top, just one more step, one more