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 can't 'em for a period of time
No one can match those to mine I'm top of the line
Prickin' ass like a porcupine, I know what to do
To knock your ass so bad it ain't no challenge this ain't
No mothafuckin' fluke, pure deep talent

I'm gifted, explicit mistressed and explicit 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'
this mothafucka sayin' what'd that mothafucka said
Gimme the bud, the I puff like Elvis and the Beetles
That gets blazed, then a couple soft on pins and needles

Niggaz that got beef with me bring a heater or either bow
to me, cut off you dick, Jesus, thats the reason
I'm fuckin' with niggaz, wasup with dem niggaz, 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 nigga from still come with
The rif-raf, went from gold diggin', to chains
I went from Train, Ta Soul Train fightin' like a Wild Coyote
Like Capone, hot seller, keep your fuckin' deck
a bad woodpecker, I don't like niggaz tryin' to run up on my shit
And set, I'm the on the caterpillar

Bitch kill ya, catch more attention then oriental peacocks
Phat rhymes, hot tracks, a full room of Reeboks, I've got the
make a bitch get off me spent like Charles Barkley so bitch
Don't start me, who's that 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 niggaz 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 nigga know better than 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, probably got 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 '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 ass whoopin' is what I'm cookin' hungry, spittin' all over
Your room 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,