Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Handle This

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

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

(B-Real)
Yayo, up, ready to and bail, we niggas afrail
(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 (how you), how you breathin'

(Barron Ricks)
it, whatever's clever, fort and sex and def or real I got your back
Which ever Squadron you 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'
Thuggin' in stylin', the dope smilin'
Yo, smooth, what you pilin' up, go a move

(Barron Ricks)
Yo, path for Central Harlem where 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, freak of shit

(B-Real)
Motherfuckers refuse to loose my crew, don't get it confused
Don't light a or get bruised
Like a gat I'll have to your ass or feel the blast of the shot glass
full of 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) can't fuckin' handle this
(So can you handle this) this, y'all can't fuck with this

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

(Barron Ricks)
At 1-5-5, the city bread it, exit, got method
Yo, what infected, we crashin' fords ain't no substitutions
Me and B-Real want all our
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, it'll be your

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

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

(Chorus: B-Real)
(So can you this) They can't fuckin' 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) Handle this, y'all can't with this