Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Handle This

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

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

(B-Real)
Yayo, up, ready to sell and bail, we niggas
(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, whatever's clever, fort and sex and def or real I got back
ever 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 hearin' the gats hum like a siren
Niggas they be, barkin' and
Thuggin' in stylin', holdin' the dope
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 it greedy, come and get it
Aiyyo, we got it, Cypress, Seeteeva, fuckin' freak of shit

(B-Real)
Motherfuckers refuse to loose my whole crew, don't get it
light a fuse or get bruised
Like a gat I'll have to your ass or feel the blast 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 this) It be that Cypress Hill shit
(So can you handle this) can't fuckin' handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all can't with this

(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, what infected, we crashin' fords ain't no substitutions
Me and B-Real want all our
that our back pays so niggas pay up
Now, the FUCK!!

(B-Real)
I'm an addict, to static and bad habits
the magic, opposite the Nina Milli 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, boots, hummin', gunnin' for his competition
Listen yo, we all be on that trivial change shit
lame shit, Cypress is all about the Mary shit

(B-Real)
No competition can handle the mission
Bitches are wishin' me on but won't 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 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' this
(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all fuck with this