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, you up, no fuss, blood rush
Cuss much, what's You bust nuts, crunch crunch
Spark the bud, what's what, the 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 thought I'd be rapping on no record with school teachers
Hair from the eighties, library, lies bury
TV, tell visually, kid you wit me, hostility
Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he mentally
Still is he, actually, really me, billy
All that you heard about me, is probably true
Heard I got the virus, I probably do
Ammunition spitting is him, is it, you
Littering written, in slippers, get the rebel in him
Sticking it with sinners, rhythm, verbally hit him
Did he did it, or did he didn't, it
Pretend he offended, the men and women
Every they in it, don't be
Every illiterate ignorant dissed it
Every idiot that 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 families, the wicked can't stand me
The righteous man hands me the mic, it's how
One man's penalty's, is man's boo-whore
The label pun's ironic, courtesy of sport
Still can't a grown man, from pressing report
A free man can either be freedom or free
When you spent, you make, to keep making, you can't save
A damn thing, no savings, how life'll enslave ya
why I strive daily; to be my own savior
I know shine glows and reflects 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, through a poem
Like he said, I'm mad famous, for unknown
On records for ten years, I can believe it
Never I'd be perceived, as just some rapping school teacher
Just dude, that can cut and rhyme, same time
Just some conscious kid, that's try'nna save the world through
Just underground, hand-to-mouth microphonist
Stop your mirror rap, to stop you in your tracks
This will you on your track, justice is not just
Another ordinary rapper, I'm the crown royal
With a velvet bag, of fact, and since the swagger is back
And backed by, a whole nation of
You hold me, my new floor is my old ceiling
why I'm guaranteed, to leave you with something you lack, so just