Luyện nghe bài hát So Far To Go

So far to go
We gotta keep on pushing, on

[Verse 1 - Trae The
I'm on a vacation
my tires go flat
Or everything f-cked up and gonna off track
Picture me like a
Re-up, nigga, they that
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 that 8 in all grey
Haters say it's over but you can tell them I'm
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
Pedal to the floor, I know 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, sick is from
em I'm coming for it, stomach said the same thing
I'm like a loser, knew I was here to win
F-ck if they close the door, tonight, I'm coming in

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

I'm the bottom but I still try
Feeling 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 used to play the corner 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 chase a
Who thought that I'd be cover of magazines
Fresh from a jail cell, greasier 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 never had a voice I started making noise
I went running with my boys to crushing niggas round the world
bitches used to turn me down but now
I'm f-cking all them girls, yeah. I'm from a city where
doomed. I was upset my father died and turned a young'n?.
For every killer, was killed, there go another goon
So every they send my way I'm gonna go summer june

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

I'm the bottom but I still try
Feeling like there a chance but I still try
The streets is all I
But I got so far to go

[Verse 3 - T]
Even the magazine covers and the articles
I got so far to go
black belt in the Art of Blow
Cook pot and a in my arsenal
School of Hard Knocks, made the roll
7 to a key, I was on a roll
Haters couldn't it, I took it for granted
Misplaced a bag of and didn't panic
Yeah, on my road to the
diamonds and them hot yellow bitches
You cancel our Christmas
Italian roadsters, high stitching
Yeah, what the f-ck is y'all
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 make it though
I make it
I gotta make it

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