Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody

[Intro:
Tytanic, wake '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 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 think the game now? (What you think about it now?)
How you feel like my name now (How you feel me now?)
How you feel like my name now (I told you I somethin')

[Ol' Dirty
Yeah, bite that point, the apprievin'
No hope to find, that you're
Link your crupid, fuck brewin'
Flash the on your 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 it's what I won't talk about
Pop a word out of trace to be in the house

E-40]
So out about my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 O'Clock chrystall
dat wanna pop off at the lip
Anybody wanna give me banana split
It's only E-40, Murder in this
All the money me to biatch
Three soldiers from the East, South and
Street soldiers holdin' it down for vets

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

Hey sluggin', wanna hit rock dowm (rock down)
I got one world, mane, I feel like take this 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, cute, it's squashed
Now, no though mane, lets have a back
Yeah you trippin', "no I ain't", you is
That boy spittin', his name? 40, quarter, biatch

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

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