Luyện nghe bài hát Misery Needs Company

Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my
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 and lights blinkin', let the lah sink in

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

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

I'm addicted to street life, although it 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 want no for this
You switch, I pour the
And just, rich, and reminisce
I count my chips

Yo, you scared to death, misery need
slackers, niggas 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,
for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now
The funds follow us, what, bitches swallow 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 what seemed a million years, yeah
This illegal life I can't avoid, I take the feds I go

That's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the
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 'cuz we paid and floss, we laid and lost
T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a
your balls like Bahondo, call me Don Joe
Coke sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough

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

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

Yo, you scared to death, misery need
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, they lookin' at our now, playin' us closer now
The follow us, what, these 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 pies two, gettin' too
Mad fly too, a too

Yo we praise those, however you make your
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 niggas, that 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 that goes, DE's it up though
We stay smokin' it, tone-locin' it, me and Fat Joe provoking it

Yo, yo yo, you to death, misery need 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 can't us

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