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 the game 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 feel my name now (How you feel about me now?)
How you feel my name now (I told you I wanted somethin')

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

[Chorus:
So pimped out my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 O'Clock chrystall
Anybody dat pop off at the lip
Anybody that wanna give me banana
only E-40, Murder in this bitch
All the motivated me to biatch
Three soldiers the East, South and West
Street soldiers holdin' it for they vets

I'm C-Murder, murder ten, I'm wit' the Dirty Bastard
And my comin' faster than a jet to Alaska
I ask ya how you my collabo'
The CP3, the ODB from NYC the 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
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 pistols
Let loose on them troops and then shake 'em like 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 take this to the 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, squashed
Now, no though mane, lets a back wash
Yeah you trippin', "no I ain't", you is
That boy spittin', what's his name? 40, quarter,

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

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