Luyện nghe bài hát More Or Less

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

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

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

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

This ain't rap, music, this ain't
You fuck around I'll you sleepin' where the saints at
Sincerely yours, Shyne, 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 in big cars, more 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, more or
Fuckin' big in big cars, more or less
I can say I seen it all an' done it all, or less

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

I sound like Y'all sound like trash
Get off my dick an' my cash
don't do it 'cause I rap about 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 an' ditch it, uh
Hip hop ain't for balancin' America
America's responsible for balancin'

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

Get 4 times what you paid, the labor costs
An' still come with enough to play
An' I see the shit, niggaz younger than me
the streets, lookin' for somethin' 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' 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

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

But a bird in the street, double plight, livin' a troubled life
was a jerk, Moms had to work, Poppy 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, punk cash
the punk blast, put yo punk ass in the trunk fast
The y'all thought? I buried niggaz in walls
I'ma trill muthafucka all

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

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

May the angels walk 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

May the angels walk with me, or less
Big things, big rims, nigga, more or
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 with me, more or
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