Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody

[Intro:
Tytanic, wake 'em up, ya heard?
Yeah, it's real out
block notch, wit' 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 like C now?
What do you about the ODB now? (What?)
do you think about 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 now (I told you I wanted somethin')

Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, bite that point, the apprievin'
No hope to find, that misbehavin'
Link your crupid, your brewin'
Flash the on your crewin'
'cause the monks, skippin' from the 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 nearest or farthest
As a matter of fact it's I won't talk about
Pop a word out of just to be in the house

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

I'm C-Murder, murder ten, I'm wit' 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 momey on my books
Only God can me now
That's I heard the click click, I was Christened
I with them are you wid that
Let whistles out them pistols
Let loose on them troops and shake 'em like Cherok smoke
I dunk 'em like Shaq
I wanna be free, I'm not guilty, do you me?

Hey sluggin', wanna hit rock dowm (rock down)
I only got one world, mane, I 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 Thunder Bird
OK, it's cute, squashed
Now, no mane, lets have a back wash
Yeah you trippin', "no I ain't", you is
That boy spittin', what's his name? 40, quarter,

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

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