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

[Flavor vocals in these brackets]
{crowd chant vocals in brackets]
Intro: D, Flavor 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 shakin
Nuff attackin brain's a
Clock Chuck shockin
Flavor Flav never shavin]
(one, two, four)
Verse One: D
another record, check it, mad methods
To put my brothers and on a deathbed
You know he cheated, took what he wanted but now you
Suckin up to the devil steppin down a
who they fear is you
Who protects us us and you from you
Yes and it counts the fourty ounce]
I sued them bastards, yeah they got
I did em like a demo {threw em out the
I took a 98 cause I never a limo
But pump pump pu-pump 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 with funky stuff
Am I loud enough? You got ta give it up
Chorus: Flav
it up, give it up, give it up yo repeat
Give it up, it up, gotta give it up / 4 times
repeat #2 -- (occasional) Chuck D

you gots ta it up now
Verse Two: D
Come again with the same old
I'm calling a foul and again it counts
Mad tense mad brothers know
The blunts in the back got the behind and that's wack
[And again it's on!]
Hey cracked 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 through the rough and times
me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her
They hear me though, so here I go
I'm sick and tired so take ya higher
When I'm takin his sound to you down
Rappers rippin a lyrical kickin
But to the rhythm I'm givin but cotton pickin
Like James Brown I'm sayin it
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 ain't gonna
Some ain't gonna EVER change!]
Chorus
Chuck D, Flavor Flav
And when I'm coming, young dumb and fulla 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 mother {shut mouth)
I'm talking Terminator, he's the man]
There it is, can you hit me off another one

I never did doing dumb shit
Some lying - I'd rather diss Presidents
or alive, bring em and I'll swing em
I vocalize, I just rap, I don't em
Flick em, and I fling em, you can go em
Hall of Fame for the for the points I Dave Bing em
Go Grandmama, but no cigar
I got mine, for I'm using my
The go wherever I want, and that's clever
Give a piece of my time, to some crime
And who puttin the guns to the young ones
The ones that em is the ones that take em
Rugged for no reason, down in duck
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)