Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Handle This

(Intro: Ricks)
That's right nigga, dynamic duo style,
Green in a cadle style motherfucker

(Barron Ricks)
Oh shit, my styles' progress hot sex upon a firm matress
But limit the techniques to get
Now look at me, Cavarsay, Cognac, VS'll be puffin' the
Macanoodle, out

(B-Real)
Yayo, up, ready to sell and bail, we afrail
(Post-dated, put 'em in the nigga)
I'm the hill figure, your body to the river (uh)
How you feelin' (how you), how you (how you), how you breathin'

(Barron Ricks)
it, whatever's clever, fort and sex and def or real I got your back
Which Squadron you attack yo I attack
I got my automated Mossberg, on the pump
to dump, so yo we gettin' dum-de-de-dum-dum-dum

(B-Real)
Dum-de-de-dum, when they the gats hum like a siren
Niggas they be, and whilin'
Thuggin' in stylin', holdin' the smilin'
Yo, smooth, you pilin' up, go make a move

(Barron Ricks)
Yo, path for Central Harlem where be sparkin' son I beg your pardon
Ese rollin', if you got it, it to the margin
If you it greedy, come and get it
Aiyyo, we got it, Cypress, Cannibus Seeteeva, freak of shit

(B-Real)
Motherfuckers refuse to loose my whole crew, get it confused
Don't a fuse or get bruised
Like a gat I'll have to bust your ass or feel the blast of the glass
of jack and smokin' hash

(Chorus: B-Real)
(So can you handle this) They can't handle this
(So can you handle this) It be that Hill shit
(So can you handle this) They can't handle this
(So can you handle this) Handle this, y'all fuck with this

(B-Real)
Back up in the mills of the Hill
You a thrill, coppin' a feel, the whole steel
put their blunts up in the sky
Cause sparkin' the dutches and gettin' high

(Barron Ricks)
At 1-5-5, the city bread it, exit, got method
Yo, what y'all infected, we crashin' fords ain't no
Me and B-Real all our restitution's
means our back pays so niggas pay up
Now, the FUCK!!

(B-Real)
I'm an addict, addicted to and bad habits
the magic, opposite the Nina Milli Automatic
War is war, a a battle, the gat'll be your friend
It'll be end, it'll be your shadow

(Barron Ricks)
Now y'all shadowboxinists, irrational, rap new
dirty denim, timb boots, hummin', gunnin' for his
Listen yo, we all be on that don't change shit
lame shit, Cypress is all about the Mary shit

(B-Real)
No can handle the whole mission
Bitches are wishin' me on but won't last long
ties are fly, do you do or die
You try to escape, all the visions up in mind

(Chorus: B-Real)
(So can you handle this) They fuckin' handle this
(So can you handle this) It be Cypress Hill shit
(So can you handle this) They can't handle this
(So can you handle this) this, y'all can't fuck with this