Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Handle This

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

The I step in dis bitch, I hear, oh shit, mothafucka, goddamn
Watch out for dat nigga, you can't handle 'em for a period of
No one can match rhymes 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 no challenge this ain't
No mothafuckin' fluke, this deep talent

I'm gifted, explicit mistressed and brand new home
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' that mothafucka said
Gimme the bud, the weed I puff like and the Beetles
That blazed, then a couple soft MC's on pins and needles

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

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

Bitch kill ya, catch more attention then oriental peacocks
Phat rhymes, hot tracks, a 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 boy good, come like, there I was
were y'all 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 y'all nigga know better than to fuck wit the man
Don't ya, don't ya, nigga don't you know what my style can't be
And nigga around, probably got beef wit somebody but that's
The same between the fighters, I ain't got it I ain't got it
When 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 your fire, got 'em dodge 'em Michael
The drunken fighter niggaz can't do what I do man fuck that, nigga
Now motherfuck you, good Lord, the Rhymes come
So hardcore bitch, I got it if you bad to take it, it's yours

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