Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Handle This

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

(Barron Ricks)
Oh shit, my styles' progress like hot sex upon a firm
But the techniques 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)
it, whatever's clever, fort and sex and def or real I got your back
Which Squadron you attack yo I attack
I got my automated Mossberg, on the pump
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, for Central Harlem where niggas be sparkin' son I beg your pardon
Ese rollin', if you got it, pass it to the
If you it greedy, come and get it
Aiyyo, we got it, Cypress, Seeteeva, fuckin' freak of shit

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

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

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

(Barron Ricks)
At 1-5-5, the city it, exit, got that method
Yo, what infected, we crashin' fords 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
the magic, opposite the Nina Milli Automatic
War is war, a battles' a battle, the be your friend
It'll be your end, it'll be your

(Barron Ricks)
Now shadowboxinists, irrational, rap new recruitin'
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 shit

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

(Chorus: B-Real)
(So can you handle this) They can't 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 handle this) Handle this, can't fuck with this