Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Complain

Hello, hello, yo what up,
Who the fuck is
Who the fuck it sound like,
What the fuck you so early for, man?
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, before I this bitch, man
Hurry up, son, man, like 90, man
Let's get some 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, in the whip, stash the guns
Twist the key, to D then flee
Before anything, get the dose of choke

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

Where units don't
But rap pay add up to large amounts
Get my thrills puttin' other skills to sleep
chills off a infamous beats

Swing the trees doin' u'ees
Blowin' on the ouwee 'cause we have the medicine canoein'
go the boys to the right, no days and nights like that
Ayyo, dun, hold that down and it around

as fuck, thugs drugs 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, what the

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

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

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

Do the 100 and tear ass
If my other half was 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, back to me
I could swore they was us in
Then the in the car said, "that's not them"
Picked us up, me I could keep the drugs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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