Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody

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

Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, that point, the habit apprievin'
No to find, that you're misbehavin'
Link crupid, fuck your brewin'
Flash the on your crewin'
the monks, skippin' from the other MC's
I got the amazing
I get on the mic so you can have a
I fly through the air and stick 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 won't about
Pop a word out of trace to be in the house

[Chorus:
So pimped out about my big
I got a 20, 6 O'Clock chrystall
dat wanna pop off at the lip
Anybody that give me banana split
It's E-40, Murder in this bitch
All the motivated me to biatch
soldiers 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 comin' faster than a jet to Alaska
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
worry about how it looks, put some momey on my books
Only God can me now
That's when I heard the click, I was Christened
I ain't with are you wid that
Let whistles out them pistols
Let loose on them troops and then shake 'em like Cherok
I slam 'em like Shaq
I be free, I'm not guilty, do you feel me?

Hey sluggin', wanna hit this dowm (rock down)
I only got one world, mane, I feel take this to the thick of him
Under there, got the smell, you do the hoe you
Fuck it there, let me get a swig of that 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', his name? 40, quarter, biatch

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

[Outro:
And you have it
E-40 the
The ballatician the Soyo block soil
hall, been through it all
Hard we have it all (hard 'til we have it all)
Ay look it's C-Murder and Bastard
If you don't your ass out of trouble
up boy? ODB
We got the motherfuckin' birthday
Novermber the 12th to be motherfuckers
the fuck you drinkin'? Fortay
Get 'em off motherfucker..