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

[Flavor Flav vocals in these
{crowd vocals in these brackets]
Intro: D, Flavor Flav
Aight {aight}, aight, aight {aight}, aight
I'm if you aight {I'm aight}
I be better - get of that bass
{word, give it up} aight,
[Rinkin twinkin shakin
Nuff brain's a rackin
Clock Chuck shockin
Flavor ain't never shavin]
(one, two, four)
One: Chuck D
It's another record, check it, mad
To put my brothers and sisters on a
You know he cheated, what he wanted but now you blunted
Suckin up to the devil steppin a level
It's who they is you
Who protects us from us and you you
Yes and it counts the fourty ounce]
I sued bastards, yeah they got bounce
I did em like a demo {threw em out the
I took a 98 cause I never liked a
But pump pump pump pu-pump it up
A mad rhyme, for mad times, what's up
Some gonna change, I got em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin back brain
records with funky stuff
Am I loud enough? {yeah} You got ta it up
Flavor Flav
Give it up, give it up, it up yo repeat
Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up / 4
repeat #2 -- (occasional) D vocal

you gots ta it up now
Verse Chuck D
Come again with the old bounce
I'm calling a foul and again it counts
Mad tense mad brothers know
The blunts in the back got the black behind and wack
[And again it's on!]
Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker "I don't care", it's on
I'm comin with a rhyme I'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!]
I gotta get a through the rough and crazy times
me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her
They hear me though, so here I go
I'm sick and so Sly'll take ya higher
When I'm takin his sound to bring you
Rappers a lyrical kickin finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I'm givin but cotton pickin
Like James Brown I'm it loud
Am I loud Huh, you got ta give it up
ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't never ever change
Some ain't change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't NEVER EVER change!]
Chorus
Interlude: Chuck D, Flavor
And when I'm coming, some young and fulla cum
Some second guessing my lessons about saving
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 {shut your mouth)
I'm talking Terminator, he's the man]
it is, can you hit me off with another one

I never did represent doing shit
Some gangsta lying - I'd diss Presidents
or alive, bring em and I'll swing em
I vocalize, I rap, I don't sing em
Flick em, and I fling em, you can go em
Hall of Fame for the game for the points I 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 some crime
And who behind the guns to the young ones
The ones that make em is the ones take em
Rugged for no reason, in duck season
I want my mama, on the street wearing armor
So check before ya wreck yaself
yaself, hah, you got ta give it up
Chorus (fades out)