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

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

you gots ta it up now
Two: Chuck D
Come again with the same old
I'm calling a foul and once again it
Mad mad tense brothers know
The blunts in the back got the black and that's wack
[And again it's on!]
Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker "I don't care", it's on
I'm comin a rhyme [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 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
rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I'm givin but never pickin
Like James I'm sayin it loud
Am I enough? Huh, you got ta give it up
[Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna
Some gonna never ever change
Some ain't gonna change, some gonna change
ain't gonna NEVER EVER change!]
Chorus
Interlude: Chuck D, Flav
And when I'm coming, some young dumb and cum
Some second guessing my lessons saving young
Some don't know like Run so here we go
it is inside, whoop there it is
{aaaaaaah} it is
it is, damn right
My man X is a bad mother {shut mouth)
I'm talking about Terminator, the man]
There it is, can you hit me off another one

I did represent doing dumb shit
Some gangsta - I'd rather diss Presidents
Dead or alive, em and I'll swing em
I vocalize, I just rap, I don't em
Flick em, and I em, you can go with em
Hall of for the game for the points I Dave Bing em
Go Grandmama, close but no
I got mine, for I'm my rhyme
The flow go wherever I want, and that's
Give a piece of my time, to some crime
And who behind the guns to the young ones
The ones that make em is the that take em
Rugged for no reason, down in season
I don't want my mama, on the street wearing
So check before ya wreck yaself
Respect yaself, hah, you got ta it up
[4X] (fades out)