Luyện nghe bài hát Give It Up

(featuring J-Live)

"Give it up! But - it's - - no - use!"

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

[R.A. the Man]
Aiyo, give it up, rush you up, no fuss, rush
much, what's mine? 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 record with J-Live, I could hardly this
I never thought I'd be rapping on no record with teachers
Hair from the eighties, library, lies bury
TV, tell visually, kid you wit me, hostility
Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he mentally
Still is he, actually, killed me, billy
All that stuff you heard me, is probably 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 with sinners, rhythm, verbally hit him
Did he did it, or did he didn't, it
Pretend he ain't offended, the men and
minute they in it, don't be
Every illiterate ignorant dissed it
Every idiot that ain't it, they talking shit
I'm R.A. the Man, get off, my dick

Give it up, for the Gods & the Earths, ladies and
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 pun's ironic, courtesy of this sport
Still can't stop a grown man, from pressing
A free man can be freedom or free label
When you spent, what you make, to keep making, you can't
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 belittling my position
As a physician, making you listen
Me and Rugged Man relate, a previous poem
Like he said, I'm mad famous, for unknown
On for ten years, I can hardly believe it
thought I'd be perceived, as just some rapping school teacher
Just some dude, that can cut and rhyme, same
Just some conscious kid, that's try'nna the world through rhyme
another underground, hand-to-mouth microphonist
Stop your mirror rap, just to stop you in tracks
This will stomp you on track, justice is not just
Another ordinary rapper, I'm the royal block
With a velvet bag, 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 leave you something you lack, so just