Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody

[Intro:
Tytanic, let's wake 'em up, ya
Yeah, it's out here
Killa notch, wit' 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 like my name now (How you feel 'bout me now?)
How you like C now?
What do you about the ODB now? (What?)
What do you think about the game now? (What you think 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' Bastard]
Yeah, that point, the habit apprievin'
No hope to find, you're misbehavin'
Link your crupid, fuck your
Flash the burgers on crewin'
'cause the monks, skippin' from the MC's
I got the ability
I get on the mic so you can a ball
I fly through the air and stick to the wall
I take a punch or get hit by a car
Could go to the nearest or farthest
As a matter of it's what I won't talk about
Pop a out of trace just to be in the house

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

I'm C-Murder, murder mass ten, I'm wit' the Dirty
And my flows comin' faster than a jet to
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 worry about how it looks, put some momey on my
Only God can me now
That's when I the click click, I was Christened
I ain't with them are you wid
Let them whistles out them
Let loose on them troops and shake 'em like Cherok smoke
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 like take this to the 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, have a back wash
Yeah you trippin', "no I ain't", you is
boy spittin', what's his name? 40, quarter, biatch

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

[Outro:
And you have it
the bonzerelli
The ballatician from the Soyo soil
Turf hall, been 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 stay your ass out of
up boy? ODB
We got the motherfuckin' birthday
Novermber the 12th to be motherfuckers
What the fuck you drinkin'?
Get 'em off motherfucker..