Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Handle This

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

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

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

that got beef with me better bring a heater or either bow
Down to me, cut off you dick, Jesus, the reason
I'm fuckin' with niggaz, wasup with dem niggaz, talkin' shit
You go fuck 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,

Certified Rhyme Busta, bitch nigga, bitch nigga, same
If I'm not that nigga, but that from punks still come with
The rif-raf, from gold diggin', to gold chains
I went from Club Train, Ta Soul fightin' like a Wild Coyote
Like Capone, hot seller, your fuckin' 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 I'll ya, catch more attention then oriental peacocks
Phat rhymes, hot tracks, a full room of Reeboks, got the gift
That'll make a bitch get off me spent like Charles Barkley so
Don't start me, that click use to be mobbin' in my hood
Beware, I go, get that boy good, come like, there I was
When were y'all in the cut I raise the hacksaw, you jump back
Now y'all niggaz want no trouble, can't stop 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
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 between the fighters, I ain't got it I ain't got it
When underground rules, will be the day my legs start to

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

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