Luyện nghe bài hát So Far To Go

So far to go
We gotta on pushing, come on

[Verse 1 - The Truth]
I'm on a neverending
Until my tires go
Or everything up and gonna fall off track
me like a Kodak
Re-up, nigga, they that
Feeling I ain't got shit
in back of a throwback
I'm cold up in hallway
out it all day
Trying to get this
And that 8 in all grey
Haters say it's but you can tell them I'm busy
Professor the books
? a Smith &a Wesson
Trying to it to the top, 100,000 miles away
in Gabon, where guerillas known to fly cage
Pedal to the floor, I don't know where I'm
But I know if I'm headed somewhere that for me, then you can get it
Minutes from losing focus, is from insane
Tell em I'm coming for it, stomach said the thing
I'm like a loser, knew I was here to win
F-ck if close the door, knock tonight, I'm coming in

I make it
I gotta make it
I make it
I make it though

I'm from the but I still try
Feeling like there ain't a but I still try
The is all I know
But I got so far to go

[Verse 2 - Meek
I used to play the corner a 40 on my hip
Hanging in my ? how I'm get up out this bitch
Coppers spedning erry minute, I was dirty as a
I used to take it in the crib and my raps up in the room
Trying to chase a
Who that I'd be cover of these magazines
Fresh a jail cell, greasier than Vaseline
I went to BET from running around with Mack
Busting shots and ducking shots with killers right in of me
I never had a choice, I never really a lot
I never had a voice I started making noise
I went from with my boys to crushing niggas round the world
Them bitches used to turn me but now
I'm f-cking all them girls, yeah. I'm from a city these
Young'uns doomed. I was upset my father and turned a young'n?.
For killer, that was killed, there go another goon
So every track they my way I'm gonna go summer june

I gotta it
I gotta it though
I gotta it
I gotta it though

I'm the bottom but I still try
Feeling like there a chance but I still try
The is all I know
But I got so far to go

3 - Pusha T]
Even with the covers and the articles
I got so far to go
black belt in the Art of Blow
Cook pot and a in my arsenal
School of Knocks, made the honor roll
7 to a key, I was on a roll
Haters stand it, I took it for granted
Misplaced a bag of and didn't panic
Yeah, on my road to the
Baby-blue diamonds and hot yellow bitches
You cancel our Christmas
Italian roadsters, high stitching
Yeah, what the is y'all pitching?
Hall of Fame the O's Cal Ripken
My hands still in the snow mittens
Got my belt on: power-lifting
PUSH!

I gotta it
I gotta make it
I make it
I gotta make it

I'm from the but I still try
Feeling there ain't a chance but I still try
The streets is all I
But I got so far to go