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

Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, bite point, the habit apprievin'
No hope to find, you're misbehavin'
Link your crupid, fuck your
the burgers on your crewin'
'cause the monks, from the other MC's
I got the ability
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 talk
Pop a out of trace just to be in the house

[Chorus:
So pimped out my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 extra chrystall
dat wanna pop off at the lip
Anybody wanna give me banana split
It's only E-40, 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, mass 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
it up, let it cook, look in the mirror, let me crush
Don't about how it looks, put some momey on my books
God can judge me now
That's I heard 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 like Cherok
I slam dunk 'em like
I wanna be free, I'm not guilty, do you me?

Hey sluggin', hit this rock 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 of that Thunder Bird
OK, cute, it's squashed
Now, no though mane, lets have a back
you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is
That boy spittin', what's his 40, quarter, biatch

[Ol' Bastard]
I a place, place stage a me
I'm a vision of truth, a true MC
Love hiphop so much, mic untouched
Thugs grow unbust, bitch get fucked
Every 40 cracked, every napsack packed
Ol' Dirty your ass, the record gets scrapped
Oh, the record scrapped, the record gets scrapped

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