Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Handle This

(Intro: Ricks)
That's 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, ready to sell and bail, we 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 livin' (how you), how you

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

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

(Barron Ricks)
Yo, path for Central Harlem where 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 to loose my whole 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 of the shot glass
of jack and smokin' 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 can't fuckin' this
(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all fuck with this

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

(Barron Ricks)
At 1-5-5, the city bread it, exit, got method
Yo, what y'all infected, we crashin' fords ain't no
Me and B-Real want all our
that means our back pays so 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 a battle, the gat'll be your friend
It'll be your end, it'll be shadow

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

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

(Chorus: B-Real)
(So can you handle this) They fuckin' 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