Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy- "Give It Up"

[Flavor vocals in these brackets]
chant vocals in these brackets]
Intro: Chuck D, Flav
Aight {aight}, aight, aight {aight}, aight
I'm if you aight {I'm aight}
I be better - get some of that
{word, it up} aight, yeah
[Rinkin twinkin shakin
Nuff brain's a rackin
Clock tockin shockin
Flavor Flav ain't never
(one, two, four)
Verse Chuck D
It's another record, check it, mad
To put my and sisters on a deathbed
You he cheated, took what he wanted but now you blunted
Suckin up to the devil steppin down a
who they fear is you
Who us from us and you from you
Yes and it counts [fuck the fourty
I sued them bastards, yeah got bounce
I did em like a {threw em out the window}
I took a 98 I never liked a limo
But pump pump pump pu-pump it up
A mad rhyme, for mad times, that's up
Some ain't change, I got em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin back your
Wreckin records with funky
Am I loud {yeah} You got ta give it up
Chorus: Flavor
it up, give it up, give it up yo repeat
Give it up, it up, gotta give it up / 4 times
repeat #2 -- (occasional) Chuck D

you gots ta it up now
Two: Chuck D
Come again with the same old
I'm calling a and once again it counts
Mad tense mad brothers know
The blunts in the got the black behind and that's wack
once again it's on!]
Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker "I don't care", it's on
I'm comin with a [what?] I'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!]
I gotta get a through the rough and crazy times
me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her
They don't me though, so here I go
I'm and tired so Sly'll take ya higher
When I'm takin his sound to you down
Rappers rippin a kickin finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I'm but never cotton pickin
Like James Brown I'm it loud
Am I enough? Huh, you got ta give it up
[Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna
Some gonna never ever change
Some ain't gonna change, ain't gonna change
Some ain't NEVER EVER change!]
Chorus
Interlude: Chuck D, Flavor
And when I'm coming, some young and fulla cum
Some second guessing my lessons about saving
Some don't like Run said so here we go
it is inside, whoop there it is
{aaaaaaah} it is
[There it is, damn
My man X is a bad mother your mouth)
I'm about Terminator, he's the man]
it is, can you hit me off with another one

I never did represent doing dumb
Some gangsta - I'd rather diss Presidents
Dead or alive, bring em and swing em
I vocalize, I rap, I don't sing em
Flick em, and I fling em, you can go em
Hall of Fame for the game for the I Dave Bing em
Go Grandmama, close but no
I got mine, for I'm using my
The go wherever I want, and that's clever
Give a piece of my time, to prevent crime
And who behind puttin the to the young ones
The that make em is the ones that take em
for no reason, down in duck season
I don't want my mama, on the street armor
So check yaself before ya wreck
yaself, hah, you got ta give it up
Chorus (fades out)