Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Handle This

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

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

(B-Real)
Yayo, up, ready to sell and bail, we niggas
(Post-dated, put 'em in the nigga)
I'm the figure, deliver 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 real I got your
Which Squadron you attack yo I attack
I got my Mossberg, hand on the pump
to dump, so yo we gettin' dum-de-de-dum-dum-dum

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

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

(B-Real)
Motherfuckers refuse to loose my whole crew, get it confused
Don't light a or get bruised
Like a gat have to bust your ass or feel the blast of the shot glass
of jack and smokin' 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 fuck with this

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

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

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

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

(B-Real)
No competition can handle the whole
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 fuckin' handle
(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress Hill
(So can you handle this) can't fuckin' handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't fuck this