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, now and then Mauris
I take too long to back, send for me
how to work it, big things pop on the underground circuit
Maintain 'til it
The nerve of these
Treat a rap budget like a bird how I it
Think get the message
Waters, Dutchies, lot of herb in a
So-called tough guys, with aggression
Put your all over the curb with the Wesson
used to be superb now is depressing
Negative
from the snakes and the centipedes
You remember me
I get the storm started
Cold-blooded,
Either way you on
Move to the side, let the merge
The gun's like fried rice, who want they stirred?
Enter the limelight, lemon drop-top off of crime
see the crew in the hindsight
Yeah!
American sedan, the shooters got in their 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 Harry Potter, shaking the brick
Ice in the bracelet give the Matrix a
And my like a spaceship
Got gold in my checks
Jordans got ice in the
Pants got a gun where the is
It's basic, shirt smell like smoke
Chirp, yo, back
Let me know who getting murked,
Yeah, we getting money,
Who getting work,
And I got the Kush,
I got the Purple, move
'Cause we got a hold on the
Kill you or hurt you, whatever's a
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 this money, it matter if it's cash 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, life is set
We make it to the top, just one more step, one more 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 into a bullet then it ain't no estimate
a money-back guarantee, my nigga
Death's a
This is audio crack, guess cheffing it
Jadakiss and SP, do effortless
Gun play you do whatever son say
If the send 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
Still rep the to the death
A promise is only good if it's
Niggas'll you for less
is golden, go 'head, keep dozing
The window of 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, Jada & P
Lambos, hoopties, and groupies
Montclair, D-Squared, Emilio
Long trips, short trips, me nauseous
Court shit, gave them money for Porsches
Made a couple mil for the shit
We rap and keep raw, so we on some lore-Forbes shit
Wall still spin, upgraded the floor
Ain't touch it, ain't see it, hear about it
If it's money gone, believe we gon' care
Send some to your crib, take the air up out it
Leave blood up in it
Listen, fam, the Lam's the of toast
The seats is butter in it
No in the club, box cutter in it
money and big checks
Get popped in the chest, face, wig,
Tre Pound, Sig, Tec
Play the game, get a plane is ya ship
Learn from the best if you aint shit yet
Yeah!

(Chorus)
Homie, live to the death
We gonna make it to the top, just one more
Get this money, it don't matter if cash or check
We make it to the top, just one more step
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 make it to the top, just one more step, one more step