Luyện nghe bài hát One More Step

Ciphers in of The Apollo as a shorty
Now I got a clip full of in the .40
Louis, Guccis, every now and Mauris
I take too long to back, send for me
Know how to work it, big things pop on the underground
'til it surface
The nerve of peasants
a rap budget like a bird how I stretch it
Think they get the
Waters, Dutchies, lot of herb in a
So-called tough guys, herbs with
Put your all over the curb with the Wesson
What used to be superb now is
Negative
from the snakes and the centipedes
You remember me
I just get the storm
Cold-blooded,
way you on target
Move to the side, let the lane
The gun's like fried rice, who want brain stirred?
Enter the limelight, lemon off of crime life
Always see the crew in the
Yeah!
sedan, the shooters got Berettas in their hand
This is Mafia, veterans'll
to the tape on the brick, this is raw
I'm in the 4x4, 8 8 in the clip
The hustling Harry Potter, shaking the
Ice in the bracelet give the a glitch
And my car's a spaceship
Got gold in my checks
got ice in the laces
Pants got a gun where the is
It's basic, smell like herb smoke
Chirp, yo, Chirp
Let me know who murked, though
Yeah, we money, nigga
Who getting work,
And I got the Kush,
I got the Purple, squares
'Cause we got a hold on the
you or hurt you, whatever's a virtue
Beat you like ya when you breaking your curfew

(Chorus)
Homie, live to the death
We gonna make it to the top, one more step
Get money, it don't matter if it's cash or check
We make it to the top, just one more step
Big houses, cars and that's wet
We gonna make it to the top, one more step
To the family, friends, whole is set
We gonna make it to the top, just one step, one more step

Yo, my life, what's left of it
Don't try to go to but if you do make the best of it
If you into a bullet then it ain't no estimate
It's a guarantee, my nigga
Death's a
This is audio crack, guess who's it
and SP, do this effortless
Gun play make you do son say
If the Lord send you a flight, the ticket is
Put that work in you young, you get power
The money don't match the it get sour
Still rep the hood to the
A promise is only if it's kept
Niggas'll kill you for
is golden, go 'head, keep dozing
The window of opportunity keeps
We see if you really a clutch baller
A is small, but a casket is much smaller
Burn out 30 a set shit, 60 a Key
street shit, Jada & P shit
Lambos, hoopties, and groupies
Montclair, D-Squared, Pucci
Long trips, short trips, making me
shit, gave them Jews money for Porsches
Made a mil for the small shit
We rap and raw, so we on some street lore-Forbes shit
Wall still spin, upgraded the floor
Ain't touch it, ain't see it, ain't about it
If it's money gone, believe we care about
Send niggas to your crib, take the air up out it
Leave blood up in it
Listen, fam, the Lam's the of toast
The seats is like in it
No in the club, box cutter in it
money and big checks
Get in the chest, face, wig, neck
Tre Pound, Sig, Tec
Play the game, get a plane is ya wreck
Learn from the best if you learn shit yet
Yeah!

(Chorus)
Homie, life to the death
We gonna make it to the top, just one step
Get this money, it matter if it's cash or check
We make it to the top, just one more step
Big houses, cars and jewels wet
We gonna make it to the top, one more step
To the family, friends, whole is set
We make it to the top, just one more step, one more step