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

[Flavor Flav vocals in brackets]
{crowd chant vocals in these
Chuck D, Flavor Flav
Aight {aight}, aight, aight {aight}, aight
I'm aight if you {I'm aight}
I be better - get some of bass
{word, it up} aight, yeah
twinkin body shakin
Nuff attackin a rackin
Clock tockin Chuck
Flavor ain't never shavin]
(one, two, four)
Verse Chuck D
It's another record, check it, mad
To put my and sisters on a deathbed
You know he cheated, took what he but now you blunted
Suckin up to the devil steppin down a
It's who they is you
Who protects us from us and you you
Yes and it counts [fuck the fourty
I sued them bastards, yeah they got
I did em like a demo {threw em out the
I took a 98 cause I never liked a
But pump pump 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 back your brain
Wreckin records with funky
Am I loud enough? {yeah} You got ta it up
Chorus: Flavor
Give it up, it up, give it up yo repeat
Give it up, it up, gotta give it up / 4 times
#2 -- (occasional) Chuck D vocal

you ta give it up now
Verse Two: D
Come again the same old bounce
I'm calling a foul and once again it
Mad tense mad tense know
The in the back got the black behind and that's wack
[And once again on!]
Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker singin "I care", it's on
I'm comin a rhyme [what?] I'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!]
I gotta get a through the rough and crazy times
Call me a lecture, yes I checked her
They don't me though, so here I go
I'm sick and so Sly'll take ya higher
When I'm takin his sound to you down
Rappers rippin a kickin finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I'm givin but never pickin
Like James Brown I'm it loud
Am I loud enough? Huh, you got ta it up
[Some ain't change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't never ever change
Some gonna change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't gonna NEVER change!]
[1/2X]
Interlude: D, Flavor Flav
And when I'm coming, 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, damn
My man X is a bad mother your mouth)
I'm talking about Terminator, the man]
There it is, can you hit me off with one

I never did doing dumb shit
Some gangsta - 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 fling em, you can go em
Hall of Fame for the game for the points I Dave em
Go Grandmama, but no cigar
I got mine, for I'm my rhyme
The flow go wherever I want, and clever
Give a piece of my time, to prevent some
And who behind the guns to the young ones
The ones that make em is the ones that em
Rugged for no reason, in duck season
I want my mama, on the street wearing armor
So check before ya wreck yaself
Respect yaself, hah, you got ta it up
Chorus (fades out)