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 so early for, man?
What the 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, I choke this bitch, man
Hurry up, son, man, it's 90, man
Let's get some or something

What up, dun? ol' shit
No doubt, ain't new
Let's a little spin, dun, word 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 daily of choke

We got the Benzo flooded smoke on the float
My eye's burnin' from the 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 thrills puttin' nigga's skills to sleep
Catch off a infamous beats

Swing the trees doin' u'ees
Blowin' on the ouwee 'cause we have the medicine canoein'
There go the boys to the right, no and nights like that
Ayyo, dun, hold down 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 Glocks pointed at me
Ayyo Twin, the fuck?

They had us laid out on the ground us down
With gats to back of our was goin' down
It us that held up that bitch you got
Where's the proof, man? Let me 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
P, what up? You my co-D, we both get knocked

What you did with that half a
(Right in my sock)
Yo, I hope these dicks won't find the stash 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 got kill
dun woulda went for the guns and got ill
Plus I cracks on me, they found the cracks on me

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

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

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

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

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

We like organized crime, the Mobb
I'm only twenty-six playin' wit' cards
serious cash, luxurious labs
Learn to balance fame with pain, you complain

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

Jus' day livin' in New York
with the jakes and the snakes .
Feelin' good today, we hit 'em up 'cause we to stay