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 drivin' I ain't thinkin'
Wit my hats and blinkin', let the lah sink in

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

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

I'm to street life, although it doesn't seem 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, cocaine

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

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

Throw the Range off,
Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our 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, gave a stares
Made a million scared, my don' knocked
For what like a million years, yeah
This life I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I go

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

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

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

My heart is
Never feelin'
I got a sniper one 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 still
Break a piece of your brain, wipe the

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

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

Yo we praise those, you make your pesos
Keep the tight just like, Jose Canseco's
Batting stance, a we glance, and gotta yell, "What, what"
'Cuz niggas don't dance 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 got revealed and now you buy dough

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

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

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

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