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, rush you up, no fuss, blood
Cuss much, what's mine? You bust nuts, 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 record J-Live, I could hardly believe this
I never thought I'd be rapping on no record with school
Hair flinch the eighties, library, lies bury
TV, tell visually, kid you wit me, hostility
Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he mentally
is he, actually, really killed me, billy
All that stuff you heard me, is probably true
Heard I got the AIDS virus, I do
spitting is him, is it, you listening
Littering written, in slippers, get the rebel in him
it with sinners, sizzlin' 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 ignorant critical it
idiot that ain't live it, they talking shit
I'm R.A. the Man, get off, my dick

Give it up, for the Gods & the Earths, and gentleman
All the families, the wicked can't stand me
The righteous man hands me the mic, 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
you spent, what you make, to keep making, you can't save
A thing, no savings, that's how life'll enslave ya
That's why I strive to be my own savior
I know when glows and reflects in my behavior
So in between checks, I spilled it in respect
So give it up, if your mission's my position
As a microphone physician, you listen
Me and Man relate, through a previous poem
he said, I'm mad famous, for being unknown
On records for ten years, I can hardly it
Never thought I'd be perceived, as just some school teacher
Just some dude, can cut and rhyme, same time
Just some conscious kid, that's try'nna save the world rhyme
Just another underground, hand-to-mouth
Stop your mirror rap, just to stop you in your
This will you on your track, justice is not just
ordinary rapper, I'm the crown royal block
With a velvet bag, matter of fact, and since the is back
And backed by, a nation of millions
You can't hold me, my new floor is my old
That's why I'm guaranteed, to leave you something you lack, so just