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, give it up, you up, no fuss, blood rush
Cuss much, mine? You bust nuts, crunch crunch
Spark the bud, what's what, the white Tut
Out in so-fuck, look who dug up, yup, it's the Rugged
On the with J-Live, I could hardly believe this
I thought I'd be rapping on no record with school teachers
flinch from the eighties, library, lies bury
TV, tell visually, kid you wit me, hostility
Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he illy
Still is he, actually, killed me, billy
All that stuff you about me, is probably true
Heard I got the 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, 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 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, ladies and
All the families, the wicked can't stand me
The righteous man me the mic, it's uncanny how
One man's penalty's, is man's boo-whore
The pun's ironic, courtesy of this sport
Still can't stop a man, from pressing report
A man can either be freedom or free label
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 when shine glows and reflects in my behavior
So in between checks, I spilled it in respect
So it up, if your mission's belittling my position
As a microphone physician, you listen
Me and Man relate, through a previous poem
Like he said, I'm mad famous, for being
On for ten years, I can hardly believe it
Never thought I'd be perceived, as just some rapping teacher
Just some dude, that can cut and rhyme, time
Just some conscious kid, that's save the world through rhyme
another underground, hand-to-mouth microphonist
Stop your rap, just to stop you in your tracks
will stomp you on your track, justice is not just
Another rapper, I'm the crown royal block
With a velvet bag, matter of fact, and since the swagger is
And backed by, a whole nation of
You can't me, my new floor is my old ceiling
That's why I'm guaranteed, to you with something you lack, so just