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 techniques to get
Now at me, Cavarsay, Cognac, VS'll be puffin' the don-deago
Macanoodle, out

(B-Real)
Yayo, up, ready to sell and bail, we afrail
(Post-dated, put 'em in the nigga)
I'm the figure, deliver your body 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
Which 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 hum like a siren
Niggas be, barkin' and whilin'
Thuggin' in stylin', holdin' the smilin'
Yo, smooth, what you up, go make a move

(Barron Ricks)
Yo, path for Central Harlem where niggas be son I beg your pardon
Ese rollin', if you got it, it to the margin
If you want it greedy, and get it
Aiyyo, we got it, Cypress, Cannibus Seeteeva, freak of shit

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

(Chorus: B-Real)
(So can you handle this) They can't fuckin' handle
(So can you handle this) It be that Cypress shit
(So can you handle this) They can't 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 catchin' a thrill, coppin' a feel, the whole
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 that
Yo, what y'all infected, we crashin' fords no substitutions
Me and B-Real all our restitution's
that means our pays so niggas pay up
Now, the FUCK!!

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

(B-Real)
No competition can handle the mission
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 mind

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