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,
Watch out for dat nigga, you can't handle 'em for a of time
No one can match rhymes to mine I'm top of the line
Prickin' your ass like a porcupine, I what to do
To knock your stupid ass so bad it ain't no challenge this
No mothafuckin' fluke, this pure talent

I'm gifted, explicit mistressed and explicit brand new
old nigga, I ain't playin' with you bitches, why you niggaz
Be rappin' like scared and unprepared, I'm gonna've ya'
Leave this mothafucka sayin' what'd that said
Gimme the bud, the weed I like Elvis and the Beetles
That gets blazed, then a couple soft on pins and needles

that 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, wasup dem niggaz, dats talkin' shit
You better go wit another nigga
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,

Rhyme Busta, bitch nigga, bitch nigga, same nigga
If I'm not that nigga, but that nigga punks still come with
The rif-raf, went gold diggin', to gold chains
I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train fightin' a Wild Coyote
Like Capone, hot seller, your 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, I've got the
That'll make a bitch get off me spent like Charles so bitch
Don't start me, that click use to be mobbin' in my hood
Beware, here I go, get that boy good, come like, I was
When were idiots 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 to fuck wit the man
Don't ya, don't ya, nigga you know what my style can't be poached
And every nigga around, probably got wit somebody but that's
The same nigga between the fighters, I got it I ain't got it
When rules, will be the day my legs start to shake

Another nigga, off throw me on skates, I'm the supplier
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, Lord, the Rhymes come through
So hardcore bitch, I got it if you bad enuff to it, it's yours

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