Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody

[Intro:
Tytanic, let's 'em up, ya heard?
Yeah, it's out here
block notch, wit' the ODB
NYC, CP-3, nigga,
Let me ask you a
What do you think the game now? (What you think about it now?)
How you feel my name now (How you feel 'bout me now?)
How you feel like C
What do you think about the ODB (What?)
What do you think about the game (What you think about it now?)
How you feel like my now (How you feel about me now?)
How you like my name now (I told you I wanted somethin')

[Ol' Bastard]
Yeah, bite that point, the habit
No hope to find, that you're
Link your crupid, fuck your
Flash the burgers on crewin'
'cause the monks, skippin' from the other
I got the amazing
I get on the mic so you can have a
I could fly through the air and to the wall
I could a punch or get hit by a car
Could go to the or farthest star
As a matter of fact it's what I talk about
Pop a word out of trace just to be in the

[Chorus:
So out about my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 O'Clock extra
Anybody dat pop off at the lip
Anybody that give me banana split
It's E-40, Murder in this bitch
All the money me to biatch
Three from the East, South and West
Street holdin' it down for they vets

I'm C-Murder, murder ten, I'm wit' the Dirty Bastard
And my flows faster than a jet to Alaska
I ask ya how you feelin' my
The CP3, the ODB NYC the ghetto B
it up, let it cook, look in the mirror, let me crush
Don't worry how it looks, put some momey on my books
Only God can me now
That's when I the click click, I was Christened
I with them are you wid that
Let them whistles out pistols
Let loose on troops and then shake 'em like Cherok smoke
I slam 'em like Shaq
I be free, I'm not guilty, do you feel me?

Hey sluggin', wanna hit rock dowm (rock down)
I only got one world, mane, I feel like take this to the of him
Under there, got the smell, you do the hoe you
Fuck it there, let me get a swig of Thunder Bird
OK, it's cute, it's
Now, no though mane, lets a back wash
you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is
That boy spittin', what's his 40, quarter, biatch

Dirty Bastard]
I stage a place, stage a me
I'm a vision of truth, a true MC
Love so much, mic won't untouched
Thugs unbust, bitch won't get fucked
Every 40 ounce cracked, every packed
Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass, the record gets
Oh, the record gets scrapped, the gets scrapped

[Outro:
And you have it
the bonzerelli
The from the Soyo block soil
hall, been through it all
Hard 'til we have it all (hard 'til we it all)
Ay look it's C-Murder and Ol'Dirty
If you stay your ass out of trouble
up boy? ODB
We got the same motherfuckin'
Novermber the 12th to be motherfuckers
What the fuck you drinkin'?
Get 'em off motherfucker..