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

[Flavor Flav in these brackets]
chant vocals in these brackets]
Intro: D, Flavor 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 body
Nuff brain's a rackin
Clock tockin Chuck
Flavor ain't never shavin]
(one, two, four)
Verse One: D
It's record, check it, mad methods
To put my brothers and on a deathbed
You know he cheated, took what he but now you blunted
Suckin up to the devil steppin a level
It's who fear is you
Who protects us us and you from you
Yes and it counts [fuck the fourty
I sued bastards, yeah 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 pu-pump pump it up
A mad rhyme, for mad times, that's up
ain't gonna change, I got em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin back your
Wreckin with funky stuff
Am I loud enough? {yeah} You got ta it up
Flavor Flav
Give it up, it up, give it up yo repeat
Give it up, give it up, gotta it up / 4 times
#2 -- (occasional) Chuck D vocal

you gots ta it up now
Verse Two: D
Come with the same old bounce
I'm calling a foul and again it counts
Mad tense mad brothers know
The blunts in the back got the black behind and wack
[And once again on!]
Hey cracked corn cracker singin "I don't care", it's on
I'm comin with a rhyme I'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!]
I get a rhyme through 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 to bring you down
Rappers rippin a kickin finger-lickin
But to the I'm givin but never cotton pickin
Like James Brown I'm sayin it
Am I loud enough? Huh, you got ta it up
[Some ain't change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't gonna never ever
ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't gonna EVER change!]
[1/2X]
Interlude: Chuck D, Flavor
And when I'm coming, some dumb and fulla cum
Some guessing my lessons about saving young
Some know like Run said so here we go
Where it is inside, whoop it is
There it is
[There it is, right
My man X is a bad mother your mouth)
I'm talking about Terminator, he's the
There it is, can you hit me off with one

I never did represent doing dumb
Some gangsta - I'd rather diss Presidents
Dead or alive, bring em and I'll 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, but no cigar
I got mine, for I'm my rhyme
The flow go I want, and that's clever
a piece of my time, to prevent some crime
And who behind the guns to the young ones
The that make em is the ones that take em
Rugged for no reason, in duck season
I want my mama, on the street wearing armor
So yaself before ya wreck yaself
yaself, hah, you got ta give it up
Chorus (fades out)