Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Complain

Hello, hello, yo what up,
Who the is this?
Who the it sound like, man?
What the you calling so early for, man?
the fuck 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 this bitch, man
Hurry up, son, man, like 90, man
Let's get some hoes or

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

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

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

Where don't count
But your rap pay add up to large
Get my puttin' other nigga's skills to sleep
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 that
Ayyo, dun, hold that and turn it around

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

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

I know the routine, try to throw me
I gettin' knocked since 12 and my moms tried to scold me
But all that told me to get in more
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 these fuckin' won't find the stash spot
Dun, you know how I get
Yo I'm to bounce

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

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

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

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

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

Hear Infamous
the Dream Team music starts
Damn, we young black
New York pricks and dicks can't stop our

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

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

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