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 styles' progress like hot sex a firm matress
But limit the to get freak
Now look at me, Cavarsay, Cognac, VS'll be 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 body to the (uh)
How you feelin' (how you), how you livin' (how you), how you

(Barron Ricks)
Fuck it, clever, fort and sex and def or real I got your back
Which ever Squadron you yo I attack
I got my Mossberg, hand on the pump
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, and whilin'
in stylin', holdin' the dope smilin'
Yo, smooth, what you pilin' up, go make a

(Barron Ricks)
Yo, path for Central Harlem 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, freak of shit

(B-Real)
refuse 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 ass or feel the blast of the shot glass
full of jack and smokin'

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

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

(Barron Ricks)
At 1-5-5, the city it, exit, got that method
Yo, what y'all infected, we crashin' fords no substitutions
Me and B-Real want all our
that means our pays so niggas pay up
Now, the FUCK!!

(B-Real)
I'm an addict, addicted to and bad habits
Bringin' the magic, opposite the Nina Milli
War is war, a battles' a battle, the gat'll be your
be your 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 trivial don't change shit
lame shit, Cypress is all the Mary Jane 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 mind

(Chorus: B-Real)
(So can you this) They 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 fuck this