Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Handle This

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

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

(B-Real)
Yayo, up, ready to 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 real I got back
Which ever Squadron you attack yo I
I got my automated Mossberg, on the pump
ready to dump, so yo we gettin'

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

(Barron Ricks)
Yo, path for Central Harlem where niggas be sparkin' son I beg your
Ese rollin', if you got it, it to the margin
If you it greedy, come and get it
Aiyyo, we got it, Cypress, Cannibus Seeteeva, freak of shit

(B-Real)
Motherfuckers refuse to my whole crew, don't get it confused
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 jack and 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 can't handle this
(So can you this) Handle this, y'all can't fuck with this

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

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

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

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