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 - - just - no - use!"

[R.A. the Rugged
Aiyo, give it up, rush you up, no fuss, rush
Cuss much, what's mine? You bust nuts, crunch
Spark the bud, 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 thought I'd be rapping on no record school teachers
Hair flinch from the eighties, library, lies
TV, lies visually, kid you wit me, hostility
Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he illy
Still is he, actually, really killed me,
All that stuff you heard about me, is true
I got the AIDS virus, I probably do
Ammunition spitting is him, is it, you
Littering written, it's in slippers, get the in him
Sticking it sinners, sizzlin' rhythm, verbally hit him
Did he did it, or did he didn't, it
Pretend he ain't offended, the men and
Every they in it, don't be
Every ignorant critical dissed it
Every idiot that ain't it, they talking shit
I'm R.A. the Rugged Man, get off, my

Give it up, for the Gods & the Earths, ladies and
All the human families, the wicked can't me
The man hands me the mic, it's uncanny how
One man's penalty's, is another man's
The label ironic, courtesy of this sport
can't stop a grown man, from pressing report
A free man can either be freedom or label
When you spent, what you make, to keep making, you save
A damn thing, no savings, that's how enslave ya
That's why I strive to be my own savior
I when shine glows and reflects in my behavior
So caught in between checks, I spilled it in
So give it up, if your belittling my position
As a microphone physician, you listen
Me and Rugged Man relate, through a previous
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, can cut and rhyme, same time
Just some kid, that's try'nna save the world through rhyme
another underground, hand-to-mouth microphonist
Stop mirror rap, just to stop you in your tracks
This will stomp you on track, justice is not just
Another rapper, I'm the crown royal block
a velvet bag, matter of fact, and since the swagger is back
And backed by, a whole of millions
You can't hold me, my new is my old ceiling
That's why I'm guaranteed, to you with something you lack, so just