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 then
I take too long to back, send for me
how to work it, big things pop on the underground circuit
Maintain it surface
The of these peasants
Treat a rap budget like a bird how I it
Think they get the
Waters, Dutchies, lot of in a session
So-called guys, herbs with aggression
Put your all over the curb with the Wesson
What to be superb now is depressing
energy
Generated from the and the centipedes
You remember me
I get the storm started
Cold-blooded,
Either way you on
Move to the side, let the lane
The gun's like fried rice, who want brain stirred?
the limelight, lemon drop-top off of crime life
Always see the crew in the
Yeah!
American sedan, the got Berettas 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 hustling Harry Potter, shaking the
Ice in the give the Matrix a glitch
And my car's like a
Got in my Nike checks
Jordans got ice in the
Pants got a gun the waist is
It's basic, smell like herb smoke
Chirp, yo, back
Let me know who getting murked,
Yeah, we money, nigga
Who work, though
And I got the Kush,
I got the Purple, squares
'Cause we got a hold on the
Kill you or hurt you, whatever's a
Beat you like ya when you breaking your curfew

(Chorus)
Homie, live life to the
We make it to the top, just one more step
Get this money, it don't matter if 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, whole 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 but if you do make the best of it
If you crash into a then it ain't no estimate
a money-back guarantee, my nigga
Death's a
This is audio crack, guess who's it
Jadakiss and SP, do this
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 don't match the running it get sour
Still rep the to the death
A is only good if it's kept
Niggas'll kill you for
Silence is golden, go 'head, dozing
The window of keeps closing
We see if you really a clutch baller
A cell is small, but a is much smaller
Burn out 30 a set shit, 60 a Key
street shit, Jada & P shit
Lambos, hoopties, and groupies
Montclair, D-Squared, Pucci
Long trips, trips, making me nauseous
Court shit, gave them Jews for Porsches
a couple mil for the small shit
We rap and keep raw, so we on street lore-Forbes shit
Wall spin, upgraded the floor flip
Ain't touch it, see it, ain't hear about it
If it's money gone, believe we care 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 is like butter in it
No hammers in the club, box 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 if you aint learn shit yet
Yeah!

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