Luyện nghe bài hát More Or Less

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

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

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

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

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

May the angels 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 with me, 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' it all, more or less

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

I sound like who? Y'all sound trash
Get off my dick an' pass my
They do it 'cause I rap about it, I rap about 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 bought the shit an' it, uh
Hip hop ain't responsible for America
responsible for balancin' America

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

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

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, or less

May the walk with me, more 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, or less

Ole boy, get down, better run for cover
When I spit rounds, ah, you in some now
Get found, slit down to the white
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, punk cash
With the blast, put yo punk ass in the trunk fast
The fuck thought? I buried niggaz in walls
I'ma trill after all

Point blank shootin' niggaz, 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' them no more, nigga, 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 seen it all an' done it all, more or

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

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