Luyện nghe bài hát So Far To Go

So far to go
We keep on pushing, come on

[Verse 1 - The Truth]
I'm on a neverending
Until my go flat
Or everything f-cked up and fall off track
Picture me like a
Re-up, nigga, they know
like I ain't got shit
Work in back of a
I'm cold up in hallway
out it all day
Trying to get money
And Audi 8 in all grey
Haters say it's over but you can them I'm busy
with the books
? a Smith &a Wesson
Trying to make it to the top, 100,000 away
in Gabon, where guerillas known to fly cage
Pedal to the floor, I know where I'm headed
But I if I'm headed somewhere that ain't for me, then you can get it
from losing focus, sick is from insane
Tell em I'm coming for it, said the same thing
I'm like a loser, knew I was here to win
if they 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 bottom but I try
Feeling there ain't a chance but I still try
The streets is all I
But I got so far to go

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

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

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

3 - Pusha T]
Even with the magazine covers and the
I got so far to go
9th-degree belt in the Art of Blow
Cook pot and a spoon in my
School of Knocks, made the honor roll
7 grams to a key, I was on a
Haters couldn't stand it, I took it for
a bag of money and didn't panic
Yeah, on my to the riches
diamonds and them hot yellow bitches
You can't cancel our
Italian roadsters, high stitching
Yeah, the f-ck is y'all pitching?
Hall of with the O's Cal Ripken
My hands in the snow like mittens
Got my belt on: power-lifting
PUSH!

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

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