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 - - just - no - use!"

[R.A. the Rugged
Aiyo, it up, rush you up, no fuss, blood rush
Cuss much, what's You bust nuts, crunch crunch
Spark the bud, what, the white King 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 never thought I'd be rapping on no record with teachers
Hair flinch the eighties, library, lies bury
TV, lies visually, kid you wit me, hostility
Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he mentally
is he, actually, really killed me, billy
All that you heard about me, is probably true
Heard I got the virus, I probably do
Ammunition is him, is it, you listening
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 minute in it, don't be
Every illiterate critical 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 can't stand me
The man hands me the mic, it's uncanny how
One penalty's, is another man's boo-whore
The label pun's ironic, of this sport
Still can't stop a grown man, from pressing
A free man can either be or free label
When you spent, what you make, to 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 when shine glows and reflects in my
So caught in between checks, I it in respect
So give it up, if your mission's belittling my
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 some conscious kid, try'nna save the world through rhyme
Just another underground, microphonist
Stop your mirror rap, just to you in your tracks
This will stomp you on your track, justice is not
Another ordinary rapper, I'm the crown block
With a bag, matter of fact, and since the swagger is back
And backed by, a nation of millions
You hold me, my new floor is my old ceiling
That's why I'm guaranteed, to you with something you lack, so just