Luyện nghe bài hát Anybody

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

[Ol' Dirty
Yeah, bite that point, the apprievin'
No to find, that you're misbehavin'
Link your crupid, fuck brewin'
Flash the on your crewin'
'cause the monks, from the other MC's
I got the ability
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 or farthest star
As a matter of fact what I won't talk about
Pop a out of trace just to be in the house

[Chorus:
So out about my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 O'Clock extra
dat wanna 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, and West
Street soldiers holdin' it down for vets

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

Hey sluggin', wanna hit this 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 of that Thunder Bird
OK, it's cute, it's
Now, no mane, lets have a back wash
you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is
That boy spittin', his name? 40, quarter, biatch

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

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