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

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

you ta give it up now
Verse Chuck D
Come again the same old bounce
I'm calling a foul and again it counts
Mad tense mad tense know
The blunts in the back got the behind and that's wack
[And again it's on!]
Hey Jimmy corn cracker singin "I don't care", it's on
I'm comin with a [what?] I'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!]
I gotta get a rhyme 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
I'm takin his sound to bring you down
Rappers a lyrical kickin finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I'm givin but cotton pickin
Like James Brown I'm it loud
Am I loud Huh, you got ta give it up
ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change
Some gonna never ever change
Some ain't gonna change, some ain't change
Some ain't gonna EVER change!]
Chorus
Interlude: D, Flavor Flav
And when I'm coming, some young dumb and cum
Some second guessing my lessons about saving
Some don't know like Run said so we go
it is inside, whoop there it is
{aaaaaaah} it is
[There it is, right
My man X is a bad mother your mouth)
I'm talking about Terminator, the man]
There it is, can you hit me off with one

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