Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Complain

Hello, hello, yo what up,
Who the is this?
Who the fuck it sound like,
the fuck you calling so early for, man?
What the fuck is it?

It's 3 o'clock, man
you was coming to get me, man?
Shit, my bad son, please, man, get me
Man, before I choke bitch, man
Hurry up, son, man, it's 90, man
Let's get hoes or something

What up, dun? ol' shit
No doubt, ain't new
Let's a little spin, dun, word up

Yo, open my wings to a new day my lungs
Get laced, jump in the whip, the guns
Twist the key, shifted to D flee
Before anything, get the daily dose of

We got the Benzo flooded with on the float
My eye's from the dope killin' my throat
Lean my seat a taste, support on the belt
90 or more debatin' on the latest rhyme wars

Where units don't
But rap pay add up to large amounts
Get my thrills puttin' other nigga's skills to
Catch off a infamous beats

Swing the doin' one-handed u'ees
Blowin' on the ouwee 'cause we can't have the medicine
There go the boys to the right, no days and like that
Ayyo, dun, that down and turn it around

Dirty as fuck, thugs and guns, D's and fatigues
T N T hopin' out of MPV's, surprise all a out of me
Got rubber pointed at me
Twin, what the fuck?

They had us laid out on the ground holdin' us
With gats to back of our heads was goin'
It wasn't us that held up bitch you got
Where's the proof, man? Let me to my attorney

I know the routine, don't try to me
I gettin' knocked since 12 and my moms tried to scold me
But all that told me to get in shit
Ayyo P, up? You my co-D, we both get knocked

you did with that half a tree?
(Right in my sock)
Yo, I hope these fuckin' dicks won't the stash spot
Dun, you know how I get
Yo I'm ready to

Do the 100 and tear ass
If my other was alive we woulda got kill
dun woulda went for the guns and got ill
Plus I gots on me, they found the cracks on me

Looked at'em, gave'em to me
I could they was takin' us in
the lady in the car said, "that's not them"
Picked us up, told me I could keep the

They didn't give a fuck, they was only lookin' for
And you ain't gotta tell us
We hopped in the car and off
On our way for more of that funk

P lit the back up
Got off the Tri-burrough, hit the Henry
Fuck it, let's slide the Rutgers
Roll the windows down 'cause Mobb bumpers

Skip To My Lou had the crowd
Took a walk through the frontin'
Didn't have to hurt nuttin'
Man, I love it, ain't nothin' like in New York

Hear Thoughts
Then the Dream Team music
Damn, we young entrepreneurs
New York pricks and dicks can't our floss

We organized crime, the fuckin' Mobb
I'm only twenty-six wit' serious cards
Dead cash, luxurious labs
Learn to balance fame with pain, you can't

another day livin' in the hood
Jus' another day the way
good today, oh no, we can't complain

Jus' day livin' in New York
Dealin' the jakes and the snakes .
good today, we hit 'em up 'cause we here to stay