Luyện nghe bài hát Odd Couple

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

[Chorus 1:
It's like y'all
Niggas'll y'all, attack y'all
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 dollars Sinatra's, jewellery truck
Vest did it up, chop it
Walked out in Babe Ruth, ex-song, hammer-throw
Brought by Je-sus with the goose
Famous for The Book of Greed, long
Bentley, 9th Prince will decease, made of Ginseng
Seen it? It's real, liver than chase
Word on Staten I was with the Captain
My style is gangsta, bulletproof shorts
I'll fuck you up and through in a horse
We Shaft outta Africa, graham cracker wild
Beneath this side, four or gold teeth
On my be the Brolic shit, hurricane CREAM
shit, flashin the ill data things
Excalate, sure raids, chez with the on
jumper, Eleanor Poker with the Mac
Me and C. Goines, material
Words collide, we might pop up in your
Rock you twice, rock your
Best known for on bikes
Tell your man to stop me kites
We Tigers in the 'hood
The Odd Couple up to no
Y'all and plus whisper made son

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

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

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

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

[Outro: Killah (Cappadonna)]
mothafuckas 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 Witch is yo
(Straight up! The Don of all Dons, up, for real nigga!)
Y'all little bitch
When see me none of y'all niggas better say peace
For real!
Y'all don't be holdin this shit
Y'all
We let it slide for a of years and shit
Yeah, for real, like..
mothafuckas know boy