Luyện nghe bài hát More Or Less

Gyeah, gyeah, with me, come on
Gyeah, it's like New York's been
Ever my nigga, Shyne, been sittin' in prison
Yeah, it

Sip things, rings, this shit is sickenin'
Sick chains, sick aim, 5th bang, 5th
Bail money, lawyers actin' funny I come through
Hit 'em with a on a humble

Couple notes, seen boys, arms with a
Said, "I want one too", what the I'm gon' do?
But get it if it's there to be gotten I'm driving by
An' I'm sideways, muthafucka, crime pays

I it, I'll get it, I got it, I'll shop it, I'll double the profit
An' the pockets, I'm livin' to die
Niggaz fly 'til I walk by an' pop somethin'
Muthafuckas somethin', I'm not frontin'

This ain't rap, music, this that
You fuck around I'll you sleepin' where the saints at
yours, Shyne, muthafuckin' Po
Bitch, get yo bags, hit the muthafuckin'

May the angels walk me, more or less
Big things, big rims, nigga, or less
Fuckin' big stars in big cars, more or
I can say I seen it all an' it all, more or less

May the angels walk with me, or less
Big things, big rims, nigga, or less
Fuckin' big stars in big cars, or less
I can say I it all an' done it all, more or less

G is a G, a key is a key, a snitch is a
With no fins that can't swim when I him in the river
gray are 12 cylinders
Bulletproof sentences, date tentative

I sound like who? Y'all sound trash
Get off my dick an' my cash
They don't do it 'cause I rap about it, I rap it 'cause they do it
My the conduit to a ticket, I live it

Bitch, nigga, I cook it an' it
By the prints that the shit an' ditch it, uh
Hip hop ain't responsible for balancin'
America's responsible for America

Back to the flow nose full of
Rolls of hoes, leave a nigga clothes full of holes
The schools didn't me, so the drug dealers taught me
Simple math, on it twice an' bring 'em back

Get 4 times you paid, divide the labor costs
An' still come away with to play
An' I see the same shit, niggaz younger me
Runnin' the streets, for somethin' to eat

May the angels walk with me, more or
Big things, big rims, nigga, or less
Fuckin' big stars in big cars, or less
I can say I seen it all an' done it all, or less

May the angels walk me, more or less
Big things, big rims, nigga, or less
Fuckin' big in big cars, more or less
I can say I seen it all an' it all, more or less

Ole boy, betta get down, run for cover
When I rounds, ah, you in some shit now
Get found, slit down to the meat
I'm from Brooklyn, Vietnam, nigga, I beef

But bein' a bird in the street, plight, livin' a troubled life
was a jerk, Moms had to work, Poppy had to work
So I did what any real would do
Got in front of the stove, now I got the sowed

you punk, niggaz, witcho punk cash
With the punk blast, put yo ass in the trunk fast
The fuck y'all thought? I niggaz in walls
I'ma trill muthafucka all

Point shootin' niggaz, point blank all the way to the bank
Rip yo face off, I'll take off
The between me an' them
You won't be seein' no more, nigga, secrets of war

May the walk with me, more or less
Big things, big rims, nigga, more or
Fuckin' big stars in big cars, more or
I can say I seen it all an' done it all, or less

May the angels walk me, more or less
Big things, big rims, nigga, more or
Fuckin' big stars in big cars, more or
I can say I it all an' done it all, more or less

May the walk with me, more or less
Big things, big rims, nigga, more or
Fuckin' big in big cars, more or less
I can say I seen it all an' done it all, more or

May the angels walk me, more or less
Big things, big rims, nigga, or less
Fuckin' big stars in big cars, more or
I can say I it all an' done it all, more or less