Luyện nghe bài hát More Or Less

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

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

Couple notes, seen boys, with a rolls
Said, "I want one too", what the fuck I'm do?
But get it if it's there to be gotten 'til I'm 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' bubble the pockets, I'm to die
talk fly 'til I walk by an' pop somethin'
Muthafuckas somethin', I'm not frontin'

ain't rap, music, this ain't 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 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' 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, more or
I can say I seen it all an' it all, more or less

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

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

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

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

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

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 it all an' done it all, more 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 it all an' done it all, more or less

Ole boy, betta get down, run for cover
When I spit rounds, ah, you in some now
Get found, slit to the white meat
I'm Brooklyn, Vietnam, nigga, I like 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 nigga would do
Got in front of the stove, now I got the sowed

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

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

May the angels with me, more or less
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

May the angels with me, more or less
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

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

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