Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Complain

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

It's 3 o'clock, man
Thought you was 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

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

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

We got the Benzo 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 debatin' on the latest rhyme wars

Where units don't
But your rap pay add up to amounts
Get my puttin' other nigga's skills to sleep
Catch chills off a beats

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

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

They had us out on the ground holdin' us down
With to back of our heads was goin' down
It us that 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 been knocked since 12 and my moms tried to scold me
But all told me to get in more 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' dicks won't find the stash
Dun, you how I get down?
Yo I'm ready to

Do the 100 and tear 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, found the cracks on me

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

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 for more of that funk

P lit the back up
Got off the Tri-burrough, hit the Henry
Fuck it, let's through the Rutgers
Roll the windows down 'cause infamous Mobb

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

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

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

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

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