Luyện nghe bài hát Misery Needs Company

Yo, yo, for the cash, two's for my faculty
Three's for all the M-3's across the Tapenze
Matchin' C's followed by the white Lincoln drivin' like I ain't
Wit my and lights blinkin', let the lah sink in

On the way to base
First clown in my face is gettin' out the place
We rush shit, untouchable Don shit, that's new
Sets with stone arms just to you, enough of you

That had a bad case of Joe, some had to go
Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the to know
We laugh and joke, while we bag in the
My A done make the worst things out the cast of Strokes

I'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't right
Many criticize but yo we all go to eat
And who's to say that I'm to blame, we pawns in this game
Decision, grow

I don't want no for this
You switch, I pour the
And just, rich, and reminisce
While I my chips

Yo, you scared to death, misery need
Crab slackers, niggas actin' they mad rappers
wit a record deal, our guns still peal
Break a piece of your brain, the stain

Throw the off, police-iano
for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now
The follow us, what, these bitches swallow us
And you why you can't find us

I, ton and tender wit millionaires, gave a million
Made a million scared, my beats knocked
For what seemed like a million years,
illegal life I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I go

That's why I'm paranoid, but I choose to ignore the fact
I got the flawless Acs wit to get that enormous stack
Joey Crack, the without the hat
And all our hoes dine and ride in the back of my Cadillac

I bet you hate it 'cuz we paid and floss, we laid and lost
T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a
Break your balls Bahondo, call me Don Joe
Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas a dime dough

the nine o'clock, flight to Alando
So-called turned snitches like Rivono
That nigga up in M-C, is bein' friendly
Every time I see his wife and kids the shit me

My is empty
feelin' remorse
I got a one killed in the cross
Ready to your boss

Yo, you scared to death, misery need
slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers
Even wit a deal, our guns still peal
Break a piece of brain, wipe the stain

Throw the Range off,
Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us now
The funds follow us, what, these swallow us
And you why you can't find us

Yo, yo Luis, smoke lah like the reverend
in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven
Like whoever sittin' on pies two, high too
Mad fly too, a too

Yo we praise those, however you your pesos
Keep the tight just like, Jose Canseco's
stance, a majorly we glance, and gotta yell, "What, what"
'Cuz niggas don't dance yo

I told niggas, you did it for show
But niggas you was ill yo
Even your hoe, yo for real young blood I'm afraid so
colors got revealed and now you buy dough

Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas,
My niggas those, fontos and hydros
You how that goes, DE's light it up though
We stay smokin' it, tone-locin' it, me and Fat Joe still it

Yo, yo yo, you to death, misery need company
Crab slackers, actin' like they mad rappers
Even wit a record deal, our guns peal
Break a of your brain, wipe the stain

Throw the Range off,
Watch for Hondo, they at our poster now, playin' us closer now
The funds follow us, what, bitches swallow us
And you wonder why you can't us

Ha ha, mad
Stain off, off, watch out
Polic-iano's, Pabolos
Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yeah