Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Complain

Hello, hello, yo up, man?
Who the is this?
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
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, like 90, man
Let's get some hoes or

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

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

We got the Benzo flooded with smoke on the
My burnin' 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 don't count
But your rap pay add up to large
Get my thrills puttin' other nigga's skills to
chills off a infamous 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 and nights like that
Ayyo, dun, hold that down and 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 Glocks pointed at me
Ayyo Twin, the fuck?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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