Luyện nghe bài hát So Far To Go

So far to go
We gotta on pushing, come on

[Verse 1 - Trae The
I'm on a neverending
my tires go flat
Or f-cked up and gonna fall off track
Picture me a Kodak
Re-up, nigga, they that
Feeling 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 that Audi 8 in all
Haters say over but you can tell them I'm busy
Professor with the
? with a Smith &a
to make it to the top, 100,000 miles away
Somewhere in Gabon, where guerillas known to fly
Pedal to the floor, I don't where I'm headed
But I know if I'm headed somewhere that ain't for me, you can get it
Minutes losing focus, sick is from insane
Tell em I'm for it, stomach said the same thing
I'm nothing like a loser, knew I was to win
if they close the door, knock tonight, I'm coming in

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

I'm the bottom 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

[Verse 2 - Meek
I used to play the corner a 40 on my hip
Hanging in my ? how I'm get up out this bitch
Coppers spedning erry minute, I was as a broom
I used to take it in the and write my raps up in the room
Trying to a dream
Who thought I'd be cover of these magazines
Fresh from a jail cell, greasier Vaseline
I went to BET from running with Mack machines
Busting shots and ducking shots killers right in back of me
I had a choice, I never really spoke a lot
I had a voice until I started making noise
I went from running with my boys to crushing niggas the world
Them bitches used to turn me but now
I'm all them girls, yeah. I'm from a city where these
Young'uns doomed. I was upset my father and turned a young'n?.
For every killer, that was killed, go another goon
So track they send my way I'm gonna go summer june

I gotta it
I gotta 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

3 - Pusha T]
Even with the 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
School of Hard Knocks, made the roll
7 to a key, I was on a roll
couldn't stand it, I took it for granted
Misplaced a bag of money and didn't
Yeah, on my to the riches
Baby-blue diamonds and hot yellow bitches
You can't cancel our
roadsters, high yellow stitching
Yeah, what the is y'all pitching?
Hall of Fame the O's Cal Ripken
My hands still in the snow mittens
Got my weight on: power-lifting
PUSH!

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

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