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 racin' across the
Matchin' C's followed by the white Lincoln like I ain't thinkin'
Wit my and lights blinkin', let the lah sink in

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

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

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

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

Yo, you scared to death, misery company
Crab slackers, niggas like they mad rappers
Even wit a record deal, our guns still
a piece of your 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, these swallow us
And you wonder why you find us

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

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

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

Booked the o'clock, flight to Alando
So-called killers snitches like Rivono
That Gauno up in M-C, is bein' friendly
time I see his wife and kids the shit tempts me

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

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

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

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

Yo we praise those, however you make pesos
Keep the shit just like, Jose Canseco's
Batting stance, a we glance, and gotta yell, "What, what"
'Cuz thug 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 I'm really afraid so
Your colors got revealed and now you buy

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

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

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

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