Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody

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

[Ol' Bastard]
Yeah, bite that point, the apprievin'
No to find, that you're misbehavin'
your crupid, fuck your brewin'
Flash the burgers on your
'cause the monks, skippin' the other MC's
I got the ability
I get on the mic so you can a ball
I could fly the air and stick to the wall
I could take a or get hit by a car
Could go to the nearest or farthest
As a matter of fact it's what I won't about
Pop a word out of trace to be in the house

E-40]
So pimped out about my big
I got a 20, 6 O'Clock extra
dat wanna pop off at the lip
Anybody that wanna give me split
only E-40, Murder in this bitch
All the money motivated me to
Three from the East, South and West
Street soldiers holdin' it for they vets

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

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

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

[Outro:
And there you it
the bonzerelli
The from the Soyo block soil
Turf hall, through it all
Hard 'til we have it all (hard we have it all)
Ay look it's and Ol'Dirty Bastard
If you don't your ass out of trouble
up boy? ODB
We got the same motherfuckin'
Novermber the 12th to be motherfuckers
What the fuck you Fortay
Get 'em off motherfucker..