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

[Flavor Flav in these brackets]
chant vocals in these brackets]
Intro: Chuck D, Flav
Aight {aight}, aight, {aight}, aight {aight}
I'm aight if you aight {I'm
I be - get some of that bass
{word, it up} aight, yeah
[Rinkin twinkin body
Nuff attackin brain's a
Clock tockin Chuck
Flavor ain't never shavin]
(one, two, four)
Verse Chuck D
It's another record, check it, mad
To put my brothers and 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 fear is you
Who protects us us and you from you
Yes and it counts the fourty ounce]
I them bastards, yeah they got bounce
I did em like a {threw em out the window}
I a 98 cause I never 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, it up, gotta give it up / 4 times
repeat #2 -- (occasional) D vocal

you gots ta it up now
Verse Chuck D
again with the same old bounce
I'm calling a and once again it counts
Mad tense mad tense brothers
The blunts in the back got the behind and that's wack
[And once again on!]
Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker singin "I 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 me though, so here I go
I'm sick and so Sly'll take ya higher
I'm takin his sound to bring you down
Rappers rippin a kickin finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I'm givin but never cotton
Like James I'm sayin it loud
Am I loud enough? Huh, you got ta it up
[Some ain't gonna change, some gonna change
Some ain't gonna never change
Some ain't gonna change, some gonna change
Some gonna NEVER EVER change!]
Chorus
Chuck D, Flavor Flav
And when I'm coming, some young dumb and cum
Some second guessing my lessons about young
Some don't know like Run 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 about Terminator, he's the man]
There it is, can you hit me off with one

I never did doing dumb shit
Some lying - 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
of Fame for the game for the points I Dave Bing em
Go Grandmama, but no cigar
I got mine, for I'm my rhyme
The flow go wherever I want, and that's
Give a piece of my time, to prevent crime
And who behind the guns to the young ones
The ones that make em is the that take em
Rugged for no reason, in duck season
I don't want my mama, on the street wearing
So check yaself before ya wreck
yaself, hah, you got ta give it up
Chorus (fades out)