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, 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 'til it
The nerve of peasants
Treat a rap budget like a bird how I it
Think get the message
Waters, Dutchies, lot of in a session
So-called tough guys, herbs with
Put your thoughts all over the curb with the
What used to be superb now is
Negative
Generated from the and the centipedes
You will me
I get the storm started
Cold-blooded,
Either way you on
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 crime
see the crew in the hindsight
Yeah!
American sedan, the shooters got Berettas in their
This is Mafia, plan
Word to the tape on the brick, is raw
I'm in the 4x4, 8 8 in the clip
The Harry Potter, shaking the brick
Ice in the bracelet the Matrix a glitch
And my car's a spaceship
Got gold in my Nike
Jordans got ice in the
got a gun where the waist is
It's basic, shirt smell like herb
Chirp, yo, Chirp
Let me know who murked, though
Yeah, we money, nigga
Who work, though
And I got the Kush,
I got the Purple, move
'Cause we got a hold on the
Kill you or hurt you, a virtue
Beat you like ya parents when you breaking curfew

(Chorus)
Homie, life to the death
We gonna it to the top, just one more step
Get this money, it matter if it's cash or check
We gonna make it to the top, just one step
Big houses, cars and that's wet
We gonna make it to the top, one more step
To the family, friends, life is set
We gonna make it to the top, just one more step, one more

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 into a bullet then it ain't no estimate
a money-back guarantee, my nigga
Death's a
This is audio crack, who's cheffing it
and SP, do this effortless
Gun play you do whatever son say
If the Lord you a flight, the ticket is one-way
Put that work in when you young, you get
The don't match the running it get sour
Still rep the to the death
A promise is good if it's kept
kill you for less
Silence is golden, go 'head, dozing
The of opportunity keeps closing
We gon' see if you really a clutch
A cell is small, but a casket is smaller
out 30 a set shit, 60 a Key shit
That's street shit, & P shit
Lambos, hoopties, and groupies
Montclair, D-Squared, Emilio
Long trips, trips, making me nauseous
Court shit, them Jews money for Porsches
Made a mil for the small shit
We rap and raw, so we on some street lore-Forbes shit
still spin, upgraded the floor flip
Ain't touch it, ain't see it, hear about it
If it's money gone, believe we gon' about
Send some to your crib, take the air up out it
Leave some 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 to the death
We gonna make it to the top, just one step
Get this money, it don't matter if it's or check
We gonna make it to the top, just one more
Big houses, and jewels that's wet
We gonna 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 step