Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Handle This

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

(Barron Ricks)
Oh shit, my styles' like 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, to sell and bail, we niggas afrail
(Post-dated, put 'em in the nigga)
I'm the hill figure, your body to the river (uh)
How you feelin' (how you), how you (how you), how you breathin'

(Barron Ricks)
Fuck it, whatever's clever, fort and sex and def or I got your back
Which ever you attack yo I attack
I got my Mossberg, hand on the pump
ready to dump, so yo we gettin'

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

(Barron Ricks)
Yo, path for 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, Cannibus Seeteeva, fuckin' of shit

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

(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' 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, coppin' a feel, the steel
Everybody put blunts 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, y'all 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, to static and bad habits
Bringin' the magic, opposite the Nina Automatic
War is war, a a battle, the gat'll be your friend
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
Listen yo, we all be on that trivial change shit
lame shit, Cypress is all about the Jane shit

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

(Chorus: B-Real)
(So can you handle this) They can't 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