Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody

[Intro:
Tytanic, let's '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 (What you think about it now?)
How you feel like my name now (How you 'bout me now?)
How you feel like C
What do you think the ODB now? (What?)
What do you think about the game now? (What you think it now?)
How you like my name now (How you feel about me now?)
How you feel like my name now (I you I wanted somethin')

Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, that point, the habit apprievin'
No hope to find, you're misbehavin'
Link your crupid, fuck brewin'
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 could fly the air and stick to the wall
I could a punch or get hit by a car
Could go to the nearest or star
As a matter of fact it's what I won't about
Pop a word out of trace just to be in the

[Chorus:
So out about my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 O'Clock chrystall
Anybody dat pop off at the lip
that wanna give me banana split
It's E-40, Murder 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, murder mass ten, I'm wit' the Bastard
And my flows comin' faster a jet to Alaska
I ask ya how you feelin' my
The CP3, the ODB NYC the ghetto B
Light it up, let it cook, look in the mirror, let me
Don't worry how it looks, put some momey on my books
God can judge me now
That's when I heard the click click, I was
I ain't with are you wid that
Let them whistles out them
Let loose on them troops and shake 'em like 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 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 Thunder
OK, it's cute, squashed
Now, no though mane, lets a back wash
you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is
That boy spittin', what's his name? 40, quarter,

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

[Outro:
And there you it
the bonzerelli
The ballatician from the block soil
Turf hall, been it all
Hard 'til we have it all (hard we have it all)
Ay look it's C-Murder and Ol'Dirty
If you don't your ass out of trouble
up boy? ODB
We got the same motherfuckin'
Novermber the 12th to be motherfuckers
What the fuck you drinkin'?
Get 'em off motherfucker..