Luyện nghe bài hát One More Step

Ciphers in front of The as a shorty
Now I got a clip full of in the .40
Louis, Guccis, every now and Mauris
I too long to come back, send for me
Know how to work it, big things pop on the underground
'til it surface
The of these peasants
Treat a rap budget a bird how I stretch it
they get the message
Waters, Dutchies, lot of in a session
So-called tough guys, with aggression
Put thoughts all over the curb with the Wesson
What used to be superb now is
energy
Generated from the snakes and the
You will 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 they brain stirred?
Enter the limelight, lemon drop-top off of life
see the crew in the hindsight
Yeah!
American sedan, the shooters got Berettas in hand
is Mafia, veterans'll plan
Word to the on the brick, this is raw
I'm in the 4x4, 8 8 in the clip
The hustling Harry Potter, the brick
Ice in the bracelet give the a glitch
And my like a spaceship
Got gold in my checks
got ice in the laces
Pants got a gun where the is
It's basic, shirt smell herb smoke
Chirp, yo, Chirp
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, a virtue
Beat you like ya parents you breaking your curfew

(Chorus)
Homie, live to the death
We gonna make it to the top, just one more
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 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
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 guarantee, my nigga
a definite
This is audio crack, who's cheffing it
and SP, do this effortless
Gun make you do whatever son say
If the Lord send you a flight, the is one-way
Put that work in you young, you get power
The money don't the running it get sour
Still rep the hood to the
A promise is good if it's kept
Niggas'll kill you for
Silence is golden, go 'head, keep
The window of keeps closing
We gon' see if you a clutch baller
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, making me
Court shit, gave them Jews for Porsches
Made a couple mil for the small
We rap and keep raw, so we on some street lore-Forbes
still spin, upgraded the floor flip
Ain't touch it, ain't see it, ain't about it
If it's money gone, believe we care about
Send some to your crib, take the air up out it
some blood up in it
Listen, fam, the Lam's the color of
The seats is butter 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 is ya ship wreck
Learn from the if you aint learn shit yet
Yeah!

(Chorus)
Homie, life 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 gonna make it to the top, just one more
Big houses, cars and jewels 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, just one more step, one more