Luyện nghe bài hát Misery Needs Company

Yo, yo, one's for the cash, for my faculty
Three's for all the racin' across the Tapenze
Matchin' C's followed by the white Lincoln drivin' like I thinkin'
Wit my and lights blinkin', let the lah sink in

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

That had a bad case of Joe, even had to go
Gangsta and nines, at times I be the last to know
We laugh and joke, 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
Many criticize but yo we all go to eat
And who's to say I'm to blame, we only pawns in this game
Decision, cocaine

I don't want no cure for
You switch, I the Cris
And just, stay rich, and
While I count my

Yo, you scared to death, misery company
slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers
Even wit a record deal, our guns still
Break a 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, these swallow us
And you wonder why you can't us

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo Luis, smoke lah like the reverend
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 your pesos
Keep the shit tight just like, Canseco's
stance, a majorly we glance, and gotta yell, "What, what"
'Cuz niggas don't dance yo

I told niggas, that you did it for
But niggas you was ill yo
Even your hoe, yo for real young blood I'm really 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, light it up though
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 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 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