Luyện nghe bài hát More Or Less

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

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

Couple notes, seen boys, with a rolls
Said, "I one too", what the fuck 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 need it, I'll get it, I got it, shop it, I'll double 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 have 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, more or
big stars in big cars, more or less
I can say I seen it all an' done it all, more or

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 it all an' done it all, more or less

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

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

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

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

Get 4 what you paid, divide the labor costs
An' still come away enough to play
An' I see the same shit, 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
big stars 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, more or
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

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, double plight, 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 punk ass in the fast
The fuck y'all thought? I niggaz in walls
I'ma trill after all

blank shootin' niggaz, point blank all the way to the bank
Rip yo off, then I'll take off
The between me an' them
You be seein' them no more, nigga, secrets 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 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 seen it all an' done it all, more or

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, or less

May the walk with 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