Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Up

(featuring J-Live)

"Give it up! But - it's - - no - use!"

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

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

Give it up, for the Gods & the Earths, ladies and
All the human families, the wicked can't me
The righteous man hands me the mic, it's how
One penalty's, is another man's boo-whore
The label pun's ironic, of this sport
Still can't stop a man, from pressing report
A free man can either be freedom or label
When you spent, what you make, to keep making, you can't
A thing, no savings, that's how life'll enslave ya
That's why I strive daily; to be my own
I know when shine glows and reflects in my
So caught in between checks, I it in respect
So give it up, if your mission's my position
As a microphone physician, you listen
Me and Rugged Man relate, a previous poem
Like he said, I'm mad famous, for unknown
On records for ten years, I can believe it
thought I'd be perceived, as just some rapping school teacher
Just dude, that can cut and rhyme, same time
Just some conscious kid, try'nna save the world through rhyme
another underground, hand-to-mouth microphonist
Stop your mirror rap, to stop you in your tracks
will stomp you on your track, justice is not just
Another ordinary rapper, I'm the crown block
With a velvet bag, matter of fact, and 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 leave you with something you lack, so