Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Handle This

You would if you could but you 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
Prickin' your ass like a porcupine, I what to do
To knock your stupid ass so bad it ain't no challenge ain't
No mothafuckin' fluke, pure deep talent

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

Niggaz got beef with me better bring a heater or either bow
to me, cut off you dick, Jesus, thats the reason
I'm fuckin' with niggaz, wasup 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,

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

Bitch I'll kill ya, catch more attention oriental peacocks
Phat rhymes, hot tracks, a full room of Reeboks, I've got the
That'll make a get off me spent like Charles Barkley so bitch
start me, who's 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 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 better than to fuck wit the man
Don't ya, ya, nigga don't you know what my style can't be poached
And every nigga around, probably got beef wit somebody but
The nigga between the fighters, I ain't got it I ain't got it
When underground rules, 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 dodge 'em Michael
The drunken fighter y'all niggaz can't do what I do man fuck that,
Now motherfuck you, good Lord, the Rhymes come
So bitch, I got it if you bad enuff to take it, it's yours

A lyrical ass whoopin' is what I'm 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 Rambo
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,