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 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 niggas
(Post-dated, put 'em in the nigga)
I'm the hill figure, deliver your 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 I got your back
Which ever Squadron you yo I attack
I got my automated Mossberg, on the pump
ready to dump, so yo we dum-de-de-dum-dum-dum

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

(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, freak of shit

(B-Real)
Motherfuckers refuse to loose my crew, don't get it confused
light a fuse 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 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 this) Handle this, y'all can't fuck with this

(B-Real)
Back up in the mills of the Cypress
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 method
Yo, what y'all infected, we fords ain't no substitutions
Me and B-Real all our restitution's
means our back pays so niggas pay up
Now, the FUCK!!

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

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

(B-Real)
No competition can the whole 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 up in your 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) can't fuckin' handle this
(So can you this) Handle this, y'all can't fuck with this