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, blood
Cuss much, what's mine? You nuts, crunch crunch
the bud, what's 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 could believe this
I never thought I'd be rapping on no record with teachers
Hair flinch from the eighties, library, bury
TV, tell lies visually, kid you wit me,
Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he mentally
Still is he, actually, really me, billy
All that stuff you heard about me, is probably
I got the AIDS virus, I probably do
Ammunition is him, is it, you listening
Littering written, in slippers, get the rebel in him
Sticking it sinners, sizzlin' rhythm, verbally 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 idiot that ain't live it, they 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 stand me
The man hands me the mic, it's uncanny how
One man's penalty's, is another man's
The label pun's ironic, courtesy of this
Still can't stop a grown man, from pressing
A free man can either be freedom or free
When you spent, what you make, to keep making, you can't
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 checks, I spilled it in respect
So give it up, if your belittling my position
As a microphone physician, you listen
Me and Rugged Man relate, through a poem
Like he said, I'm mad famous, for unknown
On for ten years, I can hardly believe it
Never thought I'd be perceived, as just some school teacher
Just some dude, that can cut and rhyme, time
Just some conscious kid, that's try'nna save the world rhyme
Just another underground, microphonist
your mirror rap, just to stop you in your tracks
This will stomp you on track, justice is not just
Another ordinary rapper, I'm the crown royal
With a bag, matter of fact, and since the swagger is back
And by, a whole nation 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