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 go flat
Or f-cked up and gonna fall off track
Picture me a Kodak
Re-up, nigga, they that
like I ain't got shit
Work in back of a
I'm cold up in this
out it all day
Trying to get this
And that 8 in all grey
Haters say it's but you can tell them I'm busy
Professor with the
? with a &a Wesson
Trying to make it to the top, 100,000 miles
Somewhere in Gabon, where guerillas to fly cage
Pedal to the floor, I don't where I'm headed
But I know if I'm headed somewhere ain't for me, then you can get it
Minutes losing focus, sick is from insane
Tell em I'm coming for it, said the same thing
I'm like a loser, knew I was here to win
if they close the door, knock tonight, I'm coming in

I make it
I gotta make it
I make 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

[Verse 2 - Mill]
I to play the corner with a 40 on my hip
Hanging in my ? how I'm get up out this bitch
Coppers spedning minute, I was dirty as a broom
I used to take it in the crib and my raps up in the room
Trying to chase a
Who thought I'd be cover of these magazines
from a jail cell, greasier than Vaseline
I went to BET from running with Mack machines
Busting shots and ducking with killers right 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 from running with my boys to crushing round the world
bitches used to turn me down but now
I'm all them girls, yeah. I'm from a city where these
Young'uns doomed. I was my father died and turned a young'n?.
For every killer, that was killed, go another goon
So every track they send my way I'm go summer june

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

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

3 - Pusha T]
Even with the covers and the articles
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 grams to a key, I was on a
Haters couldn't stand it, I it for granted
a bag of money and didn't panic
Yeah, on my to the riches
Baby-blue diamonds and them hot yellow
You can't our Christmas
Italian roadsters, high yellow
Yeah, what the is y'all pitching?
of Fame with the O's Cal Ripken
My still in the snow like mittens
Got my weight on: power-lifting
PUSH!

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

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