Luyện nghe bài hát More Or Less

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

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

Couple notes, seen boys, arms a rolls
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 rockin' sideways, muthafucka, crime

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'

ain't rap, music, this ain't that
You fuck I'll have you sleepin' where the saints at
Sincerely yours, Shyne, Po
Bitch, get yo bags, hit the door

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

May the walk 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

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

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

Bitch, nigga, I it an' pitch it
By the prints bought the shit an' ditch it, uh
Hip hop ain't responsible for balancin'
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 want me, so the drug dealers me
Simple math, step on it twice an' bring 'em

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

May the angels walk 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

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

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

But bein' a bird in the street, double plight, livin' a life
Father was a jerk, 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 buried in walls
I'ma muthafucka after all

Point blank shootin' niggaz, point blank all the way to the
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 walk with me, more or
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 walk 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 stars in big cars, 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, more or
Fuckin' big stars in big cars, more or
I can say I seen it all an' it all, more or less