Luyện nghe bài hát So Far To Go

So far to go
We keep on pushing, come on

[Verse 1 - Trae The
I'm on a vacation
Until my tires go
Or everything up and gonna fall off track
me like a Kodak
Re-up, nigga, know that
Feeling like I got shit
Work in back of a
I'm up in this hallway
out it all day
Trying to get this
And Audi 8 in all grey
Haters say it's over but you can tell I'm busy
Professor with the
? 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 don't where I'm headed
But I know if I'm somewhere that ain't for me, then you can get it
Minutes losing focus, sick is from insane
Tell em I'm coming for it, stomach the same thing
I'm like a loser, knew I was here to win
F-ck if they the door, knock tonight, I'm coming in

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

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

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

I gotta it
I gotta make it
I gotta it
I gotta 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 3 - T]
Even with the covers and the articles
I got so far to go
9th-degree black in the Art of Blow
Cook pot and a in my arsenal
of Hard Knocks, made the honor roll
7 grams to a key, I was on a
couldn't 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, the f-ck is y'all pitching?
Hall of Fame the O's Cal Ripken
My hands still in the like mittens
Got my weight belt on:
PUSH!

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

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