Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Handle This

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

(Barron Ricks)
Oh shit, my progress like hot sex upon a firm matress
But the techniques to get freak
Now look at me, Cavarsay, Cognac, VS'll be puffin' the
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 Squadron you yo I attack
I got my automated Mossberg, hand on the
to dump, so yo we gettin' dum-de-de-dum-dum-dum

(B-Real)
Dum-de-de-dum, when they hearin' the gats hum like a
Niggas they be, barkin' and
Thuggin' in stylin', 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 want it greedy, and get it
Aiyyo, we got it, Cypress, Cannibus Seeteeva, fuckin' freak of

(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 bust your ass or feel the blast of the shot
full of jack and hash

(Chorus: B-Real)
(So can you handle this) can't fuckin' handle this
(So can you handle this) It be that 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 steel
Everybody put blunts up in the sky
Cause everybody's the dutches and gettin' high

(Barron Ricks)
At 1-5-5, the city bread it, exit, got that
Yo, what y'all infected, we crashin' fords 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 Nina Automatic
War is war, a battles' a battle, the be your friend
It'll be end, it'll be your 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 don't change shit
shit, Cypress is all about the Mary Jane shit

(B-Real)
No competition can the whole mission
Bitches are wishin' me on but they last 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 this) They can't fuckin' handle this
(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress shit
(So can you handle this) They can't fuckin' handle
(So can you this) Handle this, y'all can't fuck with this