Luyện nghe bài hát More Or Less

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

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

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

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

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

May the angels walk with me, 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' done it all, or less

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

G is a G, a key is a key, a is a fish
With no that can't swim when I dump him in the river
Charcoal gray are 12
sentences, trial date tentative

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

Bitch, nigga, I cook it an' it
By the prints that bought the shit an' it, uh
Hip hop responsible for balancin' America
America's responsible for balancin'

Back to the flow full of dough
Rolls full of hoes, 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 what you paid, divide the labor
An' still come away enough to play
An' I see the same shit, younger than me
Runnin' the streets, lookin' for to eat

May the angels with 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' done it all, or less

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

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

But bein' a bird in the street, double plight, livin' a troubled
Father was a jerk, Moms had to work, had to work
So I did what any nigga would do
Got in of the stove, now I got the shit sowed

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

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

May the angels 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 with me, or less
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, more or

May the angels walk with me, 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 angels with me, more 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