Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Handle This

You if you could but you can't so you ain't

The minute I step in dis bitch, I hear, oh shit, mothafucka,
out for dat nigga, you can't handle 'em for a period of time
No one can match those to mine I'm top of the line
Prickin' your ass a porcupine, I know what to do
To knock your stupid ass so bad it ain't no challenge this
No mothafuckin' fluke, pure deep talent

I'm gifted, explicit mistressed and explicit new home
Same old nigga, I ain't with you bitches, why you niggaz
Be rappin' like you're and unprepared, I'm gonna've ya'
Leave this mothafucka sayin' that mothafucka said
the bud, the weed I puff like Elvis and the Beetles
That gets blazed, then a couple soft MC's on pins and

Niggaz got beef with me better bring a heater or either bow
Down to me, cut off you dick, Jesus, thats the
I'm fuckin' with niggaz, with dem niggaz, dats talkin' shit
You better go fuck wit another
U cant handle

Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,
Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,
Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,
Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,

Certified Busta, bitch nigga, bitch nigga, same nigga
If I'm not that nigga, but that nigga from punks still come
The rif-raf, went from diggin', to gold chains
I went from Train, Ta Soul Train fightin' like a Wild Coyote
Like Capone, hot seller, keep fuckin' deck deader
Then a bad woodpecker, I don't like tryin' to run up on my shit
And set, I'm the tarantula on the

Bitch I'll ya, catch more attention then oriental peacocks
Phat rhymes, hot tracks, a full room of Reeboks, got the gift
make a bitch get off me spent like Charles Barkley so bitch
Don't start me, who's that click use to be mobbin' in my
Beware, here I go, get that boy good, come like, I was
When were y'all in the cut I raise the hacksaw, you jump back
Now y'all niggaz don't want no trouble, can't us

Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,
Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,
Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,
Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,

I know y'all nigga know better than to wit the man
ya, don't ya, nigga don't you know what my style can't be poached
And every nigga around, probably got beef wit somebody but
The same nigga between the fighters, I got it I ain't got it
When underground rules, will be the day my legs to shake

Another nigga, couldn't off throw me on skates, I'm the
The gasoline on your fire, got 'em 'em Michael Tyler
The drunken fighter y'all can't do what I do man fuck that, nigga
Now motherfuck you, good Lord, the Rhymes through
So hardcore bitch, I got it if you bad enuff to take it, it's

A lyrical ass whoopin' is I'm cookin' hungry, spittin' all over
Your when you wasn't lookin' ain't no canibus
The wrong nigga, with da you get the flatback like Rambo bitch
You can't this

Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,
Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,
Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,
Oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn, oh shit, mothafucka,