Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Complain

Hello, hello, yo what up,
Who the fuck is
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 to get me, man?
Shit, my bad son, please, man, get me
Man, before I choke bitch, man
up, son, man, it's like 90, man
Let's get hoes or something

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

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

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

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

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

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

They had us laid out on the ground us down
gats to back of our heads was goin' down
It wasn't us that held up 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 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 half a tree?
(Right in my sock)
Yo, I hope these fuckin' dicks won't find the stash
Dun, you know how I get
Yo I'm ready to

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

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

They didn't give a fuck, they was lookin' for guns
And you ain't gotta tell us
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 walk through the park
Didn't have to hurt nuttin'
Man, I love it, ain't like summer in New York

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

We like crime, the fuckin' Mobb
I'm only playin' wit' serious cards
Dead cash, luxurious labs
to balance fame with pain, you can't complain

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

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