Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Handle This

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

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

(B-Real)
Yayo, up, ready to sell and bail, we afrail
(Post-dated, put 'em in the nigga)
I'm the hill figure, deliver your to the river (uh)
How you (how you), how you livin' (how you), how you breathin'

(Barron Ricks)
Fuck it, whatever's clever, 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
they be, barkin' and whilin'
Thuggin' in stylin', the dope smilin'
Yo, smooth, what you up, go make a move

(Barron Ricks)
Yo, path for Central Harlem where niggas be 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' freak of

(B-Real)
Motherfuckers refuse to loose my whole crew, don't get it
Don't light a or get bruised
Like a gat have to bust 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' handle
(So can you this) It be that Cypress Hill shit
(So can you handle this) They fuckin' handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't fuck this

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

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

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

(Barron Ricks)
Now shadowboxinists, irrational, rap new recruitin'
dirty denim, timb boots, hummin', for his competition
Listen yo, we all be on that don't change shit
shit, Cypress is all about the Mary 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 visions up in your

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