Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Handle This

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

(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 figure, deliver 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 Squadron you attack yo I attack
I got my automated Mossberg, on the pump
to dump, so yo we gettin' dum-de-de-dum-dum-dum

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

(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' of shit

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

(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) can't fuckin' handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't fuck with

(B-Real)
Back up in the 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 and gettin' high

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

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

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

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