Luyện nghe bài hát Misery Needs Company

Yo, yo, one's for the cash, 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 thinkin'
Wit my hats and lights blinkin', let the lah in

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

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

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

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

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

Throw the off, police-iano
Watch for Hondo, they at our poster now, playin' us closer now
The follow us, what, these bitches swallow us
And you wonder why you find us

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

That's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the
I got the Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack
Joey Crack, the mack the hat
And all our hoes dine and in the back seat of my Cadillac

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

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

My heart is
Never remorse
I got a one killed in the cross
Ready to kill boss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Throw the Range off,
for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now
The funds us, what, these bitches swallow us
And you wonder why you find us

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