Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Handle This

(Intro: Ricks)
right nigga, dynamic duo style, what?
Green in a cadle style motherfucker

(Barron Ricks)
Oh shit, my progress like hot sex upon a firm matress
But the techniques to get freak
Now look at me, Cavarsay, Cognac, be puffin' the don-deago
Macanoodle, out

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

(Barron Ricks)
Fuck it, whatever's clever, fort and sex and def or I got your back
Which ever Squadron you attack yo I
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 hearin' the gats hum a siren
they be, barkin' and whilin'
Thuggin' in stylin', holdin' the dope
Yo, smooth, what you pilin' up, go make a

(Barron Ricks)
Yo, path for Central Harlem where niggas be sparkin' son I beg your
Ese rollin', if you got it, it to the margin
If you want it greedy, 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 light a fuse or get
Like a gat I'll to bust your ass or feel the blast of the shot glass
of jack and smokin' hash

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

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

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

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

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

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

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