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

[Flavor Flav vocals in these
{crowd chant in these brackets]
Intro: Chuck D, Flav
{aight}, aight, aight {aight}, aight {aight}
I'm aight if you aight aight}
I be better - get some of that
{word, give it up} aight,
twinkin body shakin
Nuff attackin a rackin
Clock tockin shockin
Flavor Flav ain't shavin]
(one, two, four)
One: Chuck D
It's another record, it, mad methods
To put my and sisters on a deathbed
You know he cheated, took what he wanted but now you
Suckin up to the devil down a level
It's who fear is you
Who protects us from us and you you
Yes and it [fuck the fourty ounce]
I sued them bastards, they got bounce
I did em like a demo em out the window}
I took a 98 cause I liked a limo
But pump pump pump pu-pump it up
A mad rhyme, for mad times, what's up
ain't gonna change, I got em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so I'm back your brain
Wreckin records funky stuff
Am I enough? {yeah} You got ta give it up
Flavor Flav
Give it up, give it up, give it up yo
Give it up, give it up, give it up / 4 times
repeat #2 -- (occasional) D vocal

you ta give it up now
Verse Chuck D
Come again the same old bounce
I'm a foul and once again it counts
Mad tense mad tense brothers
The blunts in the back got the black and that's wack
once again it's on!]
Hey Jimmy corn cracker singin "I don't care", it's on
I'm comin with a rhyme [what?] I'm go a rhyme [yeah!]
I gotta get a rhyme the rough and crazy times
Call me a Hannibal lecture, yes I her
They don't hear me though, so I go
I'm sick and tired so Sly'll ya higher
When I'm takin his sound to bring you
rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin
But to the I'm givin but never cotton pickin
Like Brown I'm sayin it loud
Am I loud enough? Huh, you got ta it up
[Some ain't gonna change, some ain't change
ain't gonna never ever change
Some ain't change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't NEVER EVER change!]
[1/2X]
Interlude: Chuck D, Flav
And I'm coming, some young dumb 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, right
My man X is a bad {shut your mouth)
I'm talking about Terminator, the man]
There it is, can you hit me off another one

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