Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Handle This

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

The minute I step in dis bitch, I hear, oh shit, mothafucka,
out for dat nigga, you can't handle 'em for a period of time
No one can those 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 ain't no challenge ain't
No mothafuckin' fluke, pure 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 mothafucka said
Gimme the bud, the weed I puff Elvis and the Beetles
That gets blazed, a couple soft MC's on pins and needles

Niggaz that got 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 wit another nigga
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,

Certified Rhyme Busta, bitch nigga, nigga, same nigga
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, keep your fuckin' deader
Then a bad woodpecker, I don't like niggaz to run up on my shit
And set, I'm the on the caterpillar

Bitch I'll kill ya, 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 so bitch
Don't start me, who's that click use to be in my hood
Beware, here I go, get that boy good, come like, I was
When were idiots in the cut I raise the hacksaw, you jump back
Now y'all niggaz don't 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
Don't ya, don't ya, nigga don't you know what my style can't be
And every around, probably got beef wit somebody but that's
The same between the fighters, I ain't got it I ain't got it
underground rules, will be the day my legs start to shake

Another nigga, couldn't off throw me on skates, I'm the
The gasoline on 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 enuff to take it, it's

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