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 handle 'em for a period of time
No one can match 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 this
No mothafuckin' fluke, this pure talent

I'm gifted, explicit and explicit brand new home
Same old nigga, I ain't playin' you bitches, why you niggaz
Be rappin' like scared and unprepared, I'm gonna've ya'
Leave this mothafucka what'd that mothafucka said
the bud, the weed 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, thats the
I'm fuckin' with niggaz, wasup with dem niggaz, talkin' shit
You better go fuck wit nigga
U cant 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,

Rhyme Busta, bitch nigga, bitch 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 fightin' like a Wild Coyote
Like Capone, hot seller, keep fuckin' deck 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, catch 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, that click use to be mobbin' in my hood
Beware, here I go, get that boy good, like, there I was
When were y'all idiots in the cut I raise the hacksaw, you jump
Now y'all don't 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 better than to fuck wit the man
Don't ya, don't ya, nigga you know what my style can't be poached
And nigga around, probably got beef wit somebody but that's
The same nigga between the fighters, I got it I ain't got it
underground rules, will be the day my legs start to shake

Another nigga, couldn't off me on skates, I'm the supplier
The gasoline on your fire, got 'em dodge 'em Michael
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 what I'm cookin' hungry, all over
Your room when you wasn't ain't no canibus
The wrong nigga, da mess you get the flatback like Rambo bitch
You can't 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,