Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody

[Intro:
Tytanic, let's 'em up, ya heard?
Yeah, it's out here
Killa notch, wit' the ODB
NYC, CP-3, nigga,
Let me ask you a
What do you about the game now? (What you think about it now?)
How you feel like my name now (How you feel me now?)
How you feel C now?
What do you think the ODB now? (What?)
What do you think about the game now? (What you think it now?)
How you feel like my name now (How you about me now?)
How you like my name now (I told you I wanted somethin')

[Ol' Dirty
Yeah, that point, the habit apprievin'
No to find, that you're misbehavin'
Link crupid, fuck your brewin'
Flash the burgers on 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 could take a or get hit by a car
go to the nearest or farthest star
As a matter of fact it's what I talk about
Pop a word out of just to be in the house

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

I'm C-Murder, murder mass ten, I'm wit' the Dirty
And my flows faster than a jet to Alaska
I ask ya how you feelin' my
The CP3, the ODB from NYC the B
it up, let it cook, look in the mirror, let me crush
Don't worry about how it looks, put momey on my books
Only God can me now
That's when I heard the click click, I was
I ain't them are you wid that
Let them whistles out pistols
Let loose on troops and then shake 'em like Cherok smoke
I slam dunk 'em Shaq
I be free, I'm not guilty, do you feel me?

Hey sluggin', wanna hit rock dowm (rock down)
I only got one world, mane, I feel like take to the thick of him
there, got the smell, you do the hoe you hear
Fuck it there, let me get a swig of Thunder Bird
OK, cute, it's squashed
Now, no though mane, lets a back wash
you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is
That boy spittin', what's his 40, quarter, biatch

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

[Outro:
And there you it
E-40 the
The ballatician the Soyo block soil
Turf hall, been it all
'til we have it all (hard 'til we have it all)
Ay look it's C-Murder and Ol'Dirty
If you don't stay ass out of trouble
up boy? ODB
We got the same motherfuckin'
Novermber the to be exact motherfuckers
What the fuck you drinkin'?
Get 'em off motherfucker..