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

[Ol' Dirty
Yeah, that point, the habit apprievin'
No to find, that you're misbehavin'
Link your crupid, 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 could fly through the air and to the wall
I could take a or get hit by a car
Could go to the or farthest star
As a matter of fact what I won't talk about
Pop a word out of just to be in the house

[Chorus:
So pimped out about my big
I got a 20, 6 extra chrystall
Anybody dat pop off at the lip
Anybody that give me banana split
It's E-40, Murder in this bitch
All the money motivated me to
Three soldiers from the East, South and
Street holdin' it down for they 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 my collabo'
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 momey on my
God can judge me now
That's when I heard the click, I was Christened
I ain't with them are you wid
Let them whistles out them
Let loose on troops and then 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 this rock (rock down)
I only got one world, mane, I feel like 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, it's cute, it's
Now, no though mane, lets have a wash
you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is
That boy spittin', what's his 40, quarter, biatch

[Ol' Dirty
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 record gets scrapped, the record scrapped

[Outro:
And there you it
the bonzerelli
The ballatician the Soyo block soil
Turf hall, been it all
Hard we have it all (hard 'til we have it all)
Ay it's C-Murder and Ol'Dirty Bastard
If you stay your ass out of trouble
up boy? ODB
We got the same motherfuckin'
Novermber the 12th to be exact
What the fuck you Fortay
Get 'em off motherfucker..