Luyện nghe bài hát Misery Needs Company

Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my
for all the M-3's racin' 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
clown in my face is gettin' thrown out the place
We rush shit, untouchable Don shit, nothin' new
Sets with stone just to muscle you, enough of you

That had a bad case of Joe, 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 right
criticize 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 want no cure for this
You switch, I the Cris
And just, rich, and reminisce
While I my chips

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

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

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

why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fact
I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get enormous stack
Crack, the mack without the hat
And all our dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac

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

Booked the nine o'clock, to Alando
So-called killers turned snitches Rivono
That nigga Gauno up in M-C, is bein'
Every I see his wife and kids the shit tempts me

My heart is
Never feelin'
I got a one killed in the cross
Ready to kill your

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

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

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

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

I told niggas, you did it for show
But thought you was ill yo
Even your hoe, yo for real young 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 goes, DE's light it up though
We stay smokin' it, it, me and Fat Joe still provoking it

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

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

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