Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Up

(featuring J-Live)

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

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

[R.A. the Rugged
Aiyo, give it up, you up, no fuss, blood rush
Cuss much, what's mine? You bust nuts, crunch
the bud, what's what, the white King Tut
Out in so-fuck, look who they dug up, yup, the Rugged
On the record with J-Live, I could believe this
I never thought I'd be on no record with school teachers
Hair flinch from the eighties, library, bury
TV, lies visually, kid you wit me, hostility
Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he mentally
Still is he, actually, really killed me,
All that stuff you heard about me, is true
Heard I got the virus, I probably do
spitting 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 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 & the Earths, ladies and gentleman
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 man's boo-whore
The label ironic, courtesy of this sport
Still can't stop a man, from pressing report
A free man can either be or free label
When you spent, what you make, to making, you can't save
A thing, no savings, that's how life'll enslave ya
That's why I daily; to be my own savior
I know when shine glows and 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, making you
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
Never I'd be perceived, as just some rapping school teacher
Just some dude, can cut and rhyme, same time
Just conscious kid, that's try'nna save the world through rhyme
Just underground, hand-to-mouth microphonist
Stop mirror rap, just to stop you in your tracks
This will stomp you on your track, justice is not
Another rapper, I'm the crown royal block
With a velvet bag, matter of fact, and since the is back
And by, a whole nation of millions
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