Luyện nghe bài hát Odd Couple

[Intro:
Yo yo up!
Look back in the joint
It's The Odd Couple in the
and C-Don, for real!

[Chorus 1:
It's like y'all
Niggas'll crack y'all, attack
W.T.C. kid, we y'all!

(Ghostface Killah)]
Yea, for real, for
(Eh yo, this niggas man
It's for me to splash 'em)
OFF!

[Ghostface
Eh yo we million dollars Sinatra's, jewellery
Vest did it up, chop it
Walked out in Babe Ruth, ex-song, hammer-throw
Brought by Je-sus with the grey
Famous for The Book of Greed, nose
King Bentley, 9th will decease, made of Ginseng
Seen it? It's real, liver chase Manhatten
Word on Staten I was clappin with the
My style is gangsta, bulletproof Guess
I'll fuck you up and through in a horse
We like Shaft outta Africa, graham wild
Beneath this side, four or five gold
On my neck be the shit, hurricane CREAM
Guerilla shit, flashin the ill things
Excalate, sure raids, chez the straps on
John jumper, Eleanor with the Mac
Me and C. Goines, material
collide, we might pop up in your cereal
Rock you twice, your wife
Best known for on bikes
your man to stop sendin me kites
We Tigers in the 'hood
The Odd Couple up to no
Y'all and plus whisper made son

2: Ghostface Killah]
It's like y'all
Niggas'll y'all, attack y'all
W.T.C. kid, we y'all!
It's like yo the is our's, bitch-ass mothafuckas!
like that y'all
Niggas'll crack y'all, y'all
W.T.C. son, we y'all!

Cappadonna]
The Odd Couple!
and C-Don, for real!

I melt 4-30, clustered
I walk around dusted, Big Don with the plate
Pop the cork, buttersoft lights, pop guns at the
New York, catch you on the
Catch you for your and your Alligators
Blast first, style niggas, manipulators, FUCK OFF!
The Odd Couple, see you in the Range, bullets start the exchange
Supreme Clients, y'all can't see us
Spit like an 8-ball, ready to brawl
All for one, all for Pillage, run y'all stage
Come in your state, bust your gate
Throw spit like a tre'-8,
Live on the crack tour Bigga C-Don
Crack your jaw when on
Crack you in the face with a of Dom Perignon
Antoine, fuck my Bentley homes
My wife fillin pits with hoes
Front pole, snatch 'phones out your

2]

[Chorus 3: Killah - to fade, overlapping outro]
like that y'all
Niggas'll crack y'all, y'all
W.T.C. kid, we y'all!
It's like y'all
Niggas'll crack y'all, y'all
W.T.C. son, we y'all!

[Outro: Killah (Cappadonna)]
Y'all don't know how to act when y'all hold somethin, huh?
It's to give that shit up now nigga, for real
The Blair is back yo
(Straight up! The Don of all Dons, up, for real nigga!)
Y'all bitch niggas
When see me none of y'all niggas better say peace
For real!
niggas don't be holdin this shit
Y'all
We let it slide for a couple of years and
Yeah, for real, like..
Y'all mothafuckas boy