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 game (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 think the ODB now? (What?)
do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?)
How you feel my name now (How you feel about me now?)
How you feel my name now (I told you I wanted somethin')

[Ol' Bastard]
Yeah, that point, the habit apprievin'
No hope to find, that misbehavin'
your crupid, fuck your brewin'
Flash the on your crewin'
'cause the monks, 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 take 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 just to be in the house

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

I'm C-Murder, murder mass ten, I'm wit' the Bastard
And my comin' faster than a jet to Alaska
I ask ya how you my collabo'
The CP3, the ODB from NYC the B
Light it up, let it cook, 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 ain't with are you wid that
Let them out them pistols
Let loose on them troops and then shake 'em Cherok smoke
I slam 'em like Shaq
I be free, I'm not guilty, do you feel me?

Hey sluggin', hit this rock 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 Thunder Bird
OK, it's cute, it's
Now, no though mane, lets have a back
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 won't
Thugs unbust, bitch won't get fucked
Every 40 ounce cracked, every packed
Ol' kickin' your ass, the record gets scrapped
Oh, the record 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 'til we 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 motherfuckin' birthday
Novermber the 12th to be exact
What the fuck you Fortay
Get 'em off motherfucker..