Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Handle This

(Intro: Ricks)
That's nigga, dynamic duo style, what?
Green in a cadle style motherfucker

(Barron Ricks)
Oh shit, my styles' progress like hot sex upon a matress
But limit the to get freak
Now look at me, Cavarsay, Cognac, VS'll be puffin' the
Macanoodle, out

(B-Real)
Yayo, up, to sell and bail, we niggas afrail
(Post-dated, put 'em in the nigga)
I'm the hill figure, your body to the river (uh)
How you feelin' (how you), how you livin' (how you), how you

(Barron Ricks)
Fuck it, whatever's clever, fort and sex and def or I got your back
Which Squadron you attack yo I attack
I got my automated Mossberg, hand on the
ready to dump, so yo we gettin'

(B-Real)
Dum-de-de-dum, when they hearin' the gats hum like a
they be, barkin' and whilin'
Thuggin' in stylin', holdin' the dope
Yo, smooth, what you up, go make a move

(Barron Ricks)
Yo, for Central Harlem where niggas be sparkin' son I beg your pardon
Ese rollin', if you got it, it to the margin
If you want it greedy, and get it
Aiyyo, we got it, Cypress, Seeteeva, fuckin' freak of shit

(B-Real)
Motherfuckers to loose my whole crew, don't get it confused
Don't light a or get bruised
Like a gat I'll have to bust your ass or feel the blast of the shot
full of jack and hash

(Chorus: B-Real)
(So can you handle this) They can't fuckin' handle
(So can you handle this) It be that Hill shit
(So can you handle this) They can't fuckin' handle
(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't with this

(B-Real)
Back up in the mills of the Cypress
You catchin' a thrill, coppin' a feel, the steel
Everybody put blunts up in the sky
Cause sparkin' the dutches and gettin' high

(Barron Ricks)
At 1-5-5, the city bread it, exit, got that
Yo, y'all infected, we crashin' fords ain't no substitutions
Me and B-Real all our restitution's
that means our pays so niggas pay up
Now, the FUCK!!

(B-Real)
I'm an addict, addicted to and bad habits
Bringin' the magic, the Nina Milli Automatic
War is war, a battles' a battle, the gat'll be friend
It'll be your end, be your shadow

(Barron Ricks)
Now shadowboxinists, irrational, rap new recruitin'
dirty denim, timb boots, hummin', for his competition
Listen yo, we all be on that don't change shit
lame shit, Cypress is all about the Mary shit

(B-Real)
No competition can the whole mission
Bitches are me on but they won't last long
ties are fly, do you do or die
You try to escape, all the visions up in mind

(Chorus: B-Real)
(So can you handle this) can't fuckin' handle this
(So can you handle this) It be Cypress Hill shit
(So can you handle this) They can't fuckin' this
(So can you this) Handle this, y'all can't fuck with this