Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Handle This

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

(Barron Ricks)
Oh shit, my styles' progress like hot sex upon a firm
But the techniques to get freak
Now look at me, Cavarsay, Cognac, be puffin' 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, deliver your to the river (uh)
How you (how you), how you livin' (how you), how you breathin'

(Barron Ricks)
Fuck it, clever, fort and sex and def or real I got your back
ever Squadron you attack 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
they be, barkin' and whilin'
Thuggin' in stylin', holdin' the dope
Yo, smooth, what you up, go make a move

(Barron Ricks)
Yo, path for Harlem where niggas be sparkin' son I beg your pardon
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, fuckin' of shit

(B-Real)
Motherfuckers refuse to my whole crew, don't get it confused
Don't a fuse or get bruised
Like a gat I'll have to bust your ass or feel the blast of the glass
of jack and smokin' hash

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

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

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

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

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

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