Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody

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

Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, bite that point, the habit
No hope to find, that 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 have a
I could fly the air and stick to the wall
I take a punch or get hit by a car
go to the nearest or farthest star
As a matter of fact it's what I won't talk
Pop a word out of just to be in the house

[Chorus:
So out about my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 extra chrystall
Anybody dat pop off at the lip
Anybody that wanna me banana split
It's only E-40, Murder in this
All the motivated me to biatch
Three soldiers from the East, South and
Street soldiers holdin' it down for they

I'm C-Murder, murder mass ten, I'm wit' the Bastard
And my flows faster than 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, in the mirror, let me crush
Don't worry about how it looks, put some on my books
Only God can me now
That's when I heard the click click, I was
I ain't with 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 be free, I'm not guilty, do you feel me?

Hey sluggin', wanna hit this rock (rock down)
I only got one world, mane, I feel 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, squashed
Now, no though mane, have a back wash
you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is
That boy spittin', what's his 40, quarter, biatch

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

[Outro:
And there you it
E-40 the
The ballatician the Soyo block soil
hall, been through it all
Hard 'til we have it all (hard we have it all)
Ay look it's C-Murder and Bastard
If you stay your ass out of trouble
up boy? ODB
We got the motherfuckin' birthday
the 12th to be exact motherfuckers
What the fuck you Fortay
Get 'em off motherfucker..