Luyện nghe bài hát So Far To Go

So far to go
We gotta on pushing, come on

1 - Trae The Truth]
I'm on a neverending
Until my tires go
Or everything f-cked up and fall off track
Picture me like a
Re-up, nigga, know that
like I ain't got shit
Work in of a throwback
I'm cold up in this
out it all day
Trying to get this
And Audi 8 in all grey
Haters say it's over but you can them I'm busy
Professor the books
? a Smith &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
Minutes from focus, sick is from insane
Tell em I'm coming for it, stomach the same thing
I'm nothing like a loser, I was here to win
if they close the door, knock tonight, I'm coming in

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

I'm the bottom 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 2 - Mill]
I to play the corner with a 40 on my hip
Hanging in my ? how I'm gonna get up out bitch
Coppers erry minute, I was dirty as a broom
I used to take it in the crib and write my raps up in the
Trying to chase a
Who thought that I'd be cover of magazines
Fresh a jail cell, greasier than Vaseline
I to BET from running around with Mack machines
Busting shots and ducking shots with killers in back of me
I never had a choice, I never spoke a lot
I had a voice until I started making noise
I went from running with my boys to crushing round the world
Them 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, 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 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 magazine 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 Knocks, made the honor roll
7 grams to a key, I was on a
Haters couldn't stand it, I took it for
a bag of money and didn't panic
Yeah, on my road to the
Baby-blue and them hot yellow bitches
You can't cancel our
Italian roadsters, high yellow
Yeah, the f-ck is y'all pitching?
Hall of Fame with the O's Cal
My hands still in the snow like
Got my belt on: power-lifting
PUSH!

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

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