Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Up

(featuring J-Live)

"Give it up! But - - just - no - use!"

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"Give it up! Oh Lord.... it all to you
I try, but - it's - - no - use!"

[R.A. the Man]
Aiyo, it up, rush you up, no fuss, blood rush
Cuss much, mine? You bust nuts, crunch crunch
the bud, what's what, the white King Tut
Out in so-fuck, who they dug up, yup, it's the Rugged
On the record with J-Live, I hardly believe this
I never I'd be rapping on no record with school teachers
flinch from the eighties, library, lies bury
TV, lies visually, kid you wit me, hostility
Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he mentally
Still is he, actually, really me, billy
All stuff you heard about me, is probably true
I got the AIDS virus, I probably do
Ammunition spitting is him, is it, you
written, it's in slippers, get the rebel in him
Sticking it with sinners, sizzlin' rhythm, hit him
Did he did it, or did he didn't, it
Pretend he offended, the men and women
Every minute in it, don't be
Every illiterate ignorant dissed it
Every idiot ain't live it, they talking shit
I'm R.A. the Rugged Man, get off, my

Give it up, for the Gods & the Earths, and gentleman
All the human families, the wicked can't me
The man hands me the mic, it's uncanny how
One penalty's, is another man's boo-whore
The pun's ironic, courtesy of this sport
Still stop a grown man, from pressing report
A free man can be freedom or free label
you spent, what you make, to keep making, you can't save
A damn thing, no savings, that's how enslave ya
That's why I daily; to be my own savior
I know when shine glows and in my behavior
So caught in between checks, I it in respect
So give it up, if mission's belittling my position
As a microphone physician, making you
Me and Rugged Man relate, a previous poem
Like he said, I'm mad famous, for being
On records for ten years, I can hardly it
thought I'd be perceived, as just some rapping school teacher
Just some dude, that can cut and rhyme, same
Just some conscious kid, that's try'nna save the world rhyme
Just another underground, hand-to-mouth
Stop mirror rap, just to stop you in your tracks
This will stomp you on your track, justice is not
Another ordinary rapper, I'm the royal block
With a bag, matter of fact, and since the swagger is back
And backed by, a nation of millions
You can't hold me, my new floor is my old
That's why I'm guaranteed, to you with something you lack, so just