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

[Flavor Flav in these brackets]
chant vocals in these brackets]
Intro: Chuck D, Flavor
Aight {aight}, aight, aight {aight}, {aight}
I'm aight if you {I'm aight}
I be better - get of that bass
{word, give it up} aight,
[Rinkin body shakin
Nuff attackin brain's a
Clock Chuck shockin
Flav ain't never shavin]
(one, two, four)
One: Chuck D
It's another record, check it, mad
To put my brothers and on a deathbed
You know he cheated, took he wanted but now you blunted
Suckin up to the devil down a level
It's who they is you
Who protects us us and you from you
Yes and it counts [fuck the ounce]
I sued bastards, yeah they got bounce
I did em a demo {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
ain't gonna change, I got em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin back brain
Wreckin records with stuff
Am I loud enough? {yeah} You got ta it up
Chorus: Flavor
it up, give it up, give it up yo repeat
Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up / 4
repeat #2 -- (occasional) Chuck D

you ta give it up now
Verse Chuck D
again with the same old bounce
I'm calling a and once again it counts
Mad mad tense brothers know
The blunts in the got the black behind and that's wack
once again it's on!]
Hey Jimmy cracked corn 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 through the and crazy times
me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her
They don't me though, so here I go
I'm sick and tired so Sly'll ya higher
When I'm takin his to bring you down
rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I'm givin but cotton pickin
Like James Brown I'm sayin it
Am I loud Huh, you got ta give it up
[Some ain't change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't gonna never change
ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't NEVER EVER change!]
Chorus
Interlude: D, Flavor 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
Where it is inside, there it is
There it is
[There it is, right
My man X is a bad mother {shut mouth)
I'm talking Terminator, he's the man]
There it is, can you hit me off another one

I never did represent doing shit
Some gangsta lying - I'd rather diss
Dead or alive, bring em and swing 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 I Dave Bing em
Go Grandmama, close but no
I got mine, for I'm using my
The flow go I want, and that's clever
Give a piece of my time, to some crime
And who behind the guns to the young ones
The ones that em is the ones that take em
Rugged for no reason, down in duck
I don't want my mama, on the wearing armor
So check before ya wreck yaself
yaself, hah, you got ta give it up
Chorus (fades out)