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' the Tapenze
Matchin' C's followed by the white Lincoln drivin' like I thinkin'
Wit my hats and blinkin', let the lah sink in

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

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

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

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

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

I, ton and tender wit millionaires, gave a stares
a million scared, my beats don' knocked
For what seemed a million years, yeah
This illegal life I can't avoid, I 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 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 and floss, nigga we laid and lost
T.S.'ll make the baddest 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 turned snitches like Rivono
That nigga Gauno up in M-C, is bein'
Every time I see his wife and kids the tempts me

My is empty
Never remorse
I got a sniper one killed in the
to kill your boss

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

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

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

Yo we praise those, however you your pesos
Keep the shit tight just like, Jose
Batting stance, a we glance, and gotta yell, "What, what"
'Cuz thug niggas don't yo

I niggas, that you did it for show
But thought you was ill yo
your 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, fontos and
You know how that goes, DE's light it up
We smokin' it, tone-locin' 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 guns peal
Break a of your brain, wipe the stain

Throw the off, police-iano
Watch for Hondo, lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now
The funds 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