Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody

[Intro:
Tytanic, wake 'em up, ya heard?
Yeah, it's out here
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 now (How you feel 'bout me now?)
How you like C now?
do you think about the ODB now? (What?)
What do you think about the game (What you think about it now?)
How you like my name now (How you feel about me now?)
How you feel like my now (I told you I wanted somethin')

Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, bite that point, the apprievin'
No to find, that you're misbehavin'
Link your crupid, fuck your
Flash the on your crewin'
'cause the monks, skippin' from the other
I got the amazing
I get on the mic so you can a ball
I could fly through the air and stick to the
I take a punch or get hit by a car
Could go to the nearest or farthest
As a of fact it's what I won't talk about
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 that wanna me banana split
It's only E-40, in this bitch
All the money motivated me to
Three soldiers from the East, South and
Street soldiers holdin' it down for vets

I'm C-Murder, murder ten, I'm wit' the Dirty Bastard
And my flows faster than a jet to Alaska
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
worry about how it looks, put some momey on my books
Only God can me now
when I heard the click click, I was Christened
I with them are you wid that
Let them whistles out pistols
Let loose on them troops and then shake 'em Cherok smoke
I slam dunk 'em Shaq
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 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 of that Thunder Bird
OK, it's cute, it's
Now, no though mane, lets a back wash
you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is
That boy spittin', his name? 40, quarter, biatch

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

[Outro:
And you have it
the bonzerelli
The ballatician the Soyo block soil
hall, been through it all
Hard 'til we 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
What's up ODB
We got the same motherfuckin'
the 12th to be exact motherfuckers
What the you drinkin'? Fortay
Get 'em off motherfucker..