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 period of
No one can match those rhymes to I'm top of the line
Prickin' your ass like a porcupine, I what to do
To your stupid ass so bad it ain't no challenge this ain't
No mothafuckin' fluke, pure deep talent

I'm gifted, explicit mistressed and explicit brand new
Same old nigga, I playin' with you bitches, why you niggaz
Be rappin' like you're scared and unprepared, I'm ya'
Leave mothafucka sayin' what'd 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 that got beef with me better bring a or either bow
Down to me, cut off you dick, Jesus, the reason
I'm fuckin' with niggaz, wasup dem niggaz, dats talkin' shit
You go fuck wit another nigga
U cant 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,

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

Bitch kill ya, catch more attention then oriental peacocks
rhymes, hot tracks, a full room of Reeboks, I've got the gift
That'll a bitch get off me spent like Charles Barkley so bitch
start me, who's that click use to be mobbin' in my hood
Beware, here I go, get that boy good, come like, I was
When were y'all idiots in the cut I raise the hacksaw, you 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 than to fuck wit the man
Don't ya, don't ya, nigga don't you know what my style can't be
And every nigga around, got beef wit somebody but that's
The same nigga the fighters, I ain't got it I ain't got it
underground rules, will be the day my legs start to shake

Another nigga, couldn't off me on skates, I'm the supplier
The gasoline on fire, got 'em dodge 'em Michael Tyler
The drunken fighter y'all niggaz 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 to take it, it's yours

A ass whoopin' is what I'm cookin' hungry, spittin' all over
Your room when you lookin' ain't no canibus
The nigga, with da mess 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,