Luyện nghe bài hát So Far To Go

So far to go
We keep on pushing, come on

1 - Trae The Truth]
I'm on a vacation
Until my go flat
Or everything f-cked up and fall off track
me like a Kodak
Re-up, nigga, know that
Feeling I ain't got shit
Work in back of a
I'm cold up in this
out it all day
Trying to get money
And that 8 in all grey
say it's over but you can tell them I'm busy
Professor with the
? with a &a Wesson
Trying to make it to the top, 100,000 away
Somewhere in Gabon, where guerillas to fly cage
to the floor, I don't know where I'm headed
But I know if I'm somewhere that ain't 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 nothing like a loser, knew I was to win
F-ck if they close the door, tonight, I'm coming in

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

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

2 - Meek Mill]
I used to the corner with a 40 on my hip
Hanging in my ? how I'm gonna get up out this
Coppers spedning 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 that I'd be cover of these
Fresh a jail cell, greasier than Vaseline
I went to BET running around with Mack machines
Busting shots and ducking shots with right in back of me
I had a choice, I never really spoke a lot
I never had a until I started making noise
I went from running with my boys to crushing round the world
Them bitches used to me down but now
I'm f-cking all them girls, yeah. I'm from a where these
Young'uns doomed. I was upset my father died and a young'n?.
For every killer, that was killed, there go another
So every track they send my way I'm go summer june

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

I'm from the bottom but I 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 black belt in the Art of
Cook pot and a in my arsenal
School of Hard Knocks, the honor roll
7 to a key, I was on a roll
couldn't stand it, I took it for granted
Misplaced a bag of money and panic
Yeah, on my to the riches
Baby-blue diamonds and them hot bitches
You cancel our Christmas
roadsters, high yellow stitching
Yeah, what the is y'all pitching?
Hall of Fame with the O's Cal
My hands still in the snow mittens
Got my weight belt on:
PUSH!

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

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