Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Handle This

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

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 like a porcupine, I know to do
To knock your stupid ass so bad it ain't no challenge ain't
No fluke, this pure deep talent

I'm gifted, mistressed and explicit 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 with me better bring a or either bow
Down to me, cut off you dick, Jesus, the reason
I'm fuckin' with niggaz, wasup with dem niggaz, dats talkin'
You better go 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, nigga, bitch nigga, same nigga
If I'm not that nigga, but that nigga from still come with
The rif-raf, went from gold diggin', to chains
I from Club Train, Ta Soul Train fightin' like a Wild Coyote
Like Capone, hot seller, your fuckin' deck deader
Then a bad woodpecker, I don't like tryin' to run up on my shit
And set, I'm the tarantula on the

Bitch I'll kill ya, catch more attention oriental peacocks
Phat rhymes, hot tracks, a full of Reeboks, I've got the gift
That'll make a bitch get off me spent Charles Barkley so bitch
Don't start me, who's click use to be mobbin' in my hood
Beware, here I go, get that boy good, like, there I was
were y'all idiots 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 better than to wit the man
Don't ya, ya, nigga don't you know what my style can't be poached
And every nigga around, got beef wit somebody but that's
The nigga 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, off throw me on skates, I'm the supplier
The on your fire, got 'em dodge 'em Michael Tyler
The drunken fighter y'all niggaz can't do what I do man fuck that,
Now you, good 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 when you wasn't lookin' 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,