Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Handle This

You would if you 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 mine I'm top of the
Prickin' your ass like a porcupine, I know 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 explicit new home
old nigga, I ain't playin' with you bitches, why you niggaz
Be rappin' like you're scared and unprepared, I'm ya'
this mothafucka sayin' what'd that mothafucka said
Gimme the bud, the I puff like Elvis and the Beetles
That blazed, then a couple soft MC's on pins and needles

Niggaz that got beef with me better 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, nigga, same nigga
If I'm not that nigga, but that nigga from punks still with
The rif-raf, went 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
a bad woodpecker, I don't like 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
rhymes, hot tracks, a full room of Reeboks, I've got the gift
That'll make a bitch get off me spent like Barkley so bitch
Don't start me, who's 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, 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 better to fuck wit the man
Don't ya, don't ya, nigga don't you know what my can't be poached
And every nigga around, got beef wit somebody but that's
The same nigga between the fighters, I ain't got it I got it
When rules, will be the day my legs start to shake

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

A lyrical ass whoopin' is 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 Rambo
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,