Luyện nghe bài hát More Or Less

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

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

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

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 fly 'til I walk by an' pop somethin'
forgot somethin', I'm not frontin'

This ain't rap, music, this that
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, more or
big stars in big cars, more or less
I can say I seen it all an' done it all, or less

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 it all an' done 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 sound like who? Y'all sound trash
Get off my dick an' pass my
They don't do it 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 it an' pitch it
By the prints that the shit an' ditch it, uh
Hip hop responsible for balancin' America
responsible for balancin' America

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

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

May the angels walk 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' 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 seen it all an' done it all, more or

Ole boy, betta get down, better run for
When I spit rounds, ah, you in some 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, a troubled life
was a jerk, Moms had to work, Poppy had to work
So I did what any real would do
Got in of the stove, now I got the shit sowed

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

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

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