Luyện nghe bài hát Misery Needs Company

Yo, yo, one's for the cash, for my faculty
Three's for all the M-3's across the Tapenze
Matchin' C's followed by the Lincoln drivin' like I ain't thinkin'
Wit my hats and lights blinkin', let the lah in

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

had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go
Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the 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 addicted to street life, although it doesn't right
Many but yo we all go to eat right?
And who's to say that I'm to blame, we only pawns in this
Decision, cocaine

I don't no cure for this
You switch, I the Cris
And just, rich, and reminisce
While I my chips

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

Throw the off, police-iano
Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us 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
Made a million scared, my don' knocked
For what like a million years, yeah
This illegal I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I go

why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fact
I got the flawless Acs wit to get that enormous stack
Joey Crack, the mack the hat
And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my

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

the nine 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 is empty
Never feelin'
I got a sniper one killed in the
to kill your boss

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

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

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

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

I told niggas, you did it for show
But thought you was ill yo
Even your hoe, yo for real young blood I'm 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 goes, DE's light it up though
We stay it, tone-locin' it, me and Fat Joe still provoking it

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

the Range 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 can't us

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