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 neverending
Until my tires go
Or everything f-cked up and gonna fall off
Picture me like a
Re-up, nigga, they that
Feeling like I got shit
Work in back of a
I'm cold up in hallway
out it all day
Trying to get this
And that Audi 8 in all
say it's over but you can tell them I'm busy
Professor with the
? a Smith &a Wesson
to make it to the top, 100,000 miles away
Somewhere in Gabon, guerillas known to fly cage
Pedal to the floor, I don't where I'm headed
But I know if I'm headed somewhere that ain't for me, 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 they close the door, knock tonight, I'm in

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

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

[Verse 2 - Meek
I used to play the with a 40 on my hip
Hanging in my ? how I'm gonna get up out this
Coppers spedning erry minute, I was as a broom
I used to take it in the crib and write my up in the room
Trying to a dream
Who thought that I'd be cover of these
Fresh from a jail cell, greasier Vaseline
I went to BET from running around with machines
Busting shots and ducking shots with killers right in of me
I never had a choice, I never spoke a lot
I never had a until I started making noise
I went from with my boys to crushing niggas round the world
Them bitches used to me down but now
I'm f-cking all them girls, yeah. I'm a city 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 my way I'm gonna go summer june

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

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

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

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

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