Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Complain

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

It's 3 o'clock, man
you was coming to get me, man?
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

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

Yo, open my wings to a new day spread my
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 flooded with smoke on the float
My burnin' from the dope killin' my throat
Lean my 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 skills to sleep
Catch off a infamous beats

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

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 Glocks pointed at me
Twin, what the fuck?

They had us out on the ground holdin' us down
gats to back of our heads was goin' down
It wasn't us that held up that 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
Ayyo P, 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' dicks won't 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
'Cause dun went for the guns and got ill
Plus I gots cracks on me, they the cracks on me

Looked at'em, gave'em 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 could keep the

They didn't a fuck, they was only lookin' for guns
And you ain't 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
it, let's slide through the Rutgers
Roll the windows down 'cause Mobb bumpers

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

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

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

Jus' another day livin' in the
another 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' today, we hit 'em up 'cause we here to stay