Luyện nghe bài hát So Far To Go

So far to go
We gotta keep on pushing, on

1 - Trae The Truth]
I'm on a vacation
Until my tires go
Or f-cked up and gonna fall off track
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 that Audi 8 in all
Haters say it's but you can tell them I'm busy
Professor with the
? with a Smith &a
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 that 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 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 gotta make it

I'm from the 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

[Verse 2 - Meek
I used to play the corner a 40 on my hip
in my ? how I'm gonna get up out this bitch
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 chase a
Who thought that I'd be of these magazines
Fresh from a jail cell, than Vaseline
I went to BET running around with Mack machines
Busting shots and shots with killers right 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 from running with my boys to niggas round the world
Them used to turn 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 and turned a young'n?.
For killer, that was killed, there 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 make it

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

[Verse 3 - T]
Even with the covers and the articles
I got so far to go
9th-degree belt in the Art of Blow
pot and a spoon in my arsenal
School of Hard Knocks, the honor roll
7 to a key, I was on a roll
Haters couldn't it, I took it for granted
Misplaced a bag of money and panic
Yeah, on my to the riches
diamonds and them hot yellow bitches
You cancel our Christmas
Italian roadsters, high stitching
Yeah, what the f-ck is y'all
Hall of with the O's Cal Ripken
My hands still in the snow mittens
Got my belt on: power-lifting
PUSH!

I make it
I gotta it though
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