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

(Barron Ricks)
Fuck it, whatever's clever, and sex and def or real I got your back
Which Squadron you attack yo I attack
I got my automated Mossberg, on the pump
ready to dump, so yo we gettin'

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

(Barron Ricks)
Yo, path for Central 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, Seeteeva, fuckin' freak of shit

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

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

(B-Real)
up in the mills of the Cypress Hill
You a thrill, coppin' a feel, the whole steel
put their 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 fords ain't no substitutions
Me and B-Real want all our
that means our back pays so pay up
Now, the FUCK!!

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

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

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