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 progress like hot sex upon a firm matress
But limit the to get freak
Now at me, Cavarsay, Cognac, VS'll be puffin' the don-deago
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, deliver your to the river (uh)
How you feelin' (how you), how you livin' (how you), how you

(Barron Ricks)
Fuck it, clever, fort and sex and def or real I got your back
ever Squadron you attack yo I attack
I got my Mossberg, hand on the pump
ready to dump, so yo we dum-de-de-dum-dum-dum

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

(Barron Ricks)
Yo, path for 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 refuse to loose my crew, don't get it confused
Don't a fuse or get bruised
Like a gat I'll have to bust your ass or the blast of the shot glass
of jack and smokin' hash

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

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

(Barron Ricks)
At 1-5-5, the city it, exit, got that method
Yo, what y'all infected, we crashin' fords ain't no
Me and want 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
the magic, opposite the Nina Milli Automatic
War is war, a battles' a battle, the gat'll be your
It'll be your end, it'll be shadow

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

(B-Real)
No can handle 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 that Hill shit
(So can you handle this) They can't handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all fuck with this