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 tires go
Or everything f-cked up and gonna fall off
me like a Kodak
Re-up, nigga, know that
Feeling like I ain't got
Work in back of a
I'm cold up in this
out it all day
Trying to get money
And Audi 8 in all grey
Haters say it's over but you can tell I'm busy
Professor the books
? with a &a Wesson
Trying to make it to the top, 100,000 away
Somewhere in Gabon, 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, 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 make it
I make it though
I gotta it
I gotta make it

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

[Verse 2 - Meek
I to play the corner with a 40 on my hip
Hanging in my ? how I'm gonna get up out bitch
Coppers spedning erry minute, I was as a broom
I used to take it in the crib and write my raps up in the
Trying to a dream
Who thought that I'd be cover of these
Fresh a jail cell, greasier than Vaseline
I went to BET from running around with machines
Busting shots and ducking shots with killers 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 running 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 from a where these
Young'uns doomed. I was my father died 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 it though
I gotta it
I gotta it though

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

[Verse 3 - T]
with the magazine 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 to a key, I was on a roll
Haters stand it, I took it for granted
Misplaced a bag of money and didn't
Yeah, on my road to the
Baby-blue diamonds and hot yellow bitches
You can't our Christmas
Italian roadsters, high yellow
Yeah, what the f-ck is y'all
Hall of with the O's Cal Ripken
My hands still in the like mittens
Got my weight on: power-lifting
PUSH!

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

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