Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Handle This

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

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

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

(Barron Ricks)
Fuck it, clever, fort and sex and def or real I got your back
Which ever Squadron you attack yo I
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 a siren
Niggas be, barkin' and whilin'
in stylin', holdin' the dope smilin'
Yo, smooth, what you pilin' up, go make a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(B-Real)
No can handle the whole mission
are wishin' me on but they won't last long
Family 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) They can't handle this
(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress shit
(So can you this) They can't fuckin' handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all fuck with this