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 across the Tapenze
Matchin' C's followed by the white drivin' like I ain't thinkin'
Wit my hats and blinkin', let the lah sink in

On the way to home
First clown in my face is gettin' out the place
We rush shit, Don shit, that's nothin' new
Sets with stone arms just to you, enough 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 and joke, while 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
Many criticize but yo we all go to eat
And who's to say that I'm to blame, we only in this game
Decision, cocaine

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

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

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 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

That's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the
I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous
Joey Crack, the mack 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 baddest crews a loss
Break your like Bahondo, call me Don Joe
slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough

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

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

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

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

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

Yo we praise those, however you your pesos
the shit tight just like, Jose 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 niggas you was ill yo
Even hoe, yo for real young blood I'm really afraid so
Your colors got and now you buy dough

Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas,
My niggas rollin' those, 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
slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers
Even wit a record deal, our guns still
Break a piece of brain, wipe the stain

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

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