Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Complain

Hello, hello, yo what up,
Who the is this?
Who the it sound like, man?
What the fuck you calling so 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, I choke this bitch, man
Hurry up, son, man, like 90, man
get some hoes or something

What up, dun? ol' shit
No doubt, nothing 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
the key, shifted to D then flee
Before anything, get the dose of choke

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

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

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

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

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

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

What you did with that half a
(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 and tear ass
If my other half was alive we woulda got
'Cause dun woulda for the guns and got ill
I gots cracks on me, they found the cracks on me

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

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

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

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

Hear Infamous
Then the Dream music starts
Damn, we black entrepreneurs
New York pricks and can't stop our floss

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

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

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