Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Complain

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

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

What up, dun? Same ol'
No doubt, nothing new
take a little spin, dun, word up

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

We got the Benzo with smoke on the float
My burnin' from 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 don't
But rap pay add up to large amounts
Get my thrills puttin' other nigga's to sleep
Catch off a infamous beats

Swing the trees one-handed u'ees
Blowin' on the ouwee 'cause we have the medicine canoein'
There go the to the right, no days and nights like that
Ayyo, dun, hold that down and turn it

Dirty as fuck, drugs and guns, D's and fatigues
T N T hopin' out of MPV's, all a fuck 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 down
It wasn't us held up that bitch you got
Where's the proof, man? Let me 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 shit
P, what up? You my co-D, we both get knocked

What you did with half a tree?
(Right in my sock)
Yo, I hope these fuckin' won't find the stash spot
Dun, you how I get down?
Yo I'm to bounce

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

Looked at'em, back to me
I swore they was takin' us in
the lady in the car said, "that's not them"
Picked us up, me I could 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 Huds
Fuck it, let's through the Rutgers
Roll the windows down 'cause Mobb bumpers

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

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

We like organized crime, the fuckin'
I'm only twenty-six playin' wit' serious
Dead serious cash, luxurious
Learn to balance fame with pain, you complain

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

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