Luyện nghe bài hát Misery Needs Company

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

That had a bad of Joe, some 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 make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes

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

I want no cure 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
Even wit a deal, our guns still peal
Break a piece of your brain, the stain

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

I, ton and tender wit millionaires, a million stares
a million scared, my beats don' knocked
For what seemed a million years, yeah
This illegal 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
Joey Crack, the without 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, 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 a dime dough

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

My is empty
Never remorse
I got a sniper one in the cross
Ready to your boss

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

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

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

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

I niggas, that you did it for show
But niggas 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, DE's light it up
We stay smokin' it, tone-locin' it, me and Fat Joe still it

Yo, yo yo, you to death, misery need company
Crab slackers, niggas actin' they mad rappers
Even wit a record deal, our guns peal
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 wonder why you can't us

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