Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Complain

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

It's 3 o'clock, man
Thought you was coming to get me,
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 some or something

up, dun? Same ol' shit
No doubt, nothing new
Let's take a little spin, dun, up

Yo, my wings to a new day spread my lungs
Get laced, in the whip, stash the guns
Twist the key, to D then flee
Before anything, get the dose of choke

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

Where units count
But rap pay add up to large amounts
Get my thrills puttin' other nigga's skills to
Catch chills off a beats

Swing the trees doin' u'ees
on the ouwee 'cause we can't have the medicine canoein'
There go the boys to the right, no days and nights like
Ayyo, dun, hold that down and turn it

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

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

I know the routine, try to throw me
I been gettin' knocked since 12 and my moms to scold me
But all that told me to get in shit
P, what up? You my co-D, we both get knocked

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

Do the 100 yard-dash and ass
If my other half was we woulda got kill
'Cause dun woulda for the guns and got ill
I gots cracks on me, they found the cracks on me

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

They give a fuck, they was only lookin' for guns
And you ain't gotta us twice
We hopped in the car and off
On our way up-town for of that funk

P lit the tree up
Got off the Tri-burrough, hit the Huds
Fuck it, let's slide the Rutgers
Roll the windows down 'cause infamous Mobb

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

Hear Thoughts
Then the Dream Team music
Damn, we black entrepreneurs
New York pricks and dicks stop our floss

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

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

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