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 - get some of that bass
{word, it up} aight, yeah
twinkin body shakin
Nuff brain's a rackin
Clock tockin Chuck
Flav ain't never shavin]
(one, two, four)
Verse One: D
It's record, check it, mad methods
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 us from us and you from you
Yes and it counts [fuck the fourty
I sued them bastards, they got bounce
I did em like a {threw em out the window}
I took a 98 cause I never liked a
But pump pump pu-pump pump it up
A mad rhyme, for mad times, what's up
Some ain't gonna change, I got em in a
I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin back your
records with funky stuff
Am I enough? {yeah} You got ta give it up
Chorus: Flav
Give it up, give it up, it up yo repeat
Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up / 4
#2 -- (occasional) Chuck D vocal

you ta give it up now
Two: Chuck D
Come again with the old bounce
I'm calling a foul and again it counts
Mad mad tense brothers know
The blunts in the back got the black behind and wack
once 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
Call me a lecture, yes I checked her
don't hear 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 cotton
Like James I'm sayin it loud
Am I enough? Huh, you got ta give it up
[Some gonna change, some ain't gonna change
ain't gonna never ever change
Some gonna 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 my lessons about 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 Terminator, he's 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, bring em and swing em
I vocalize, I just rap, I don't em
em, and I fling em, you can go with em
Hall of Fame for the game for the points I Bing em
Go Grandmama, close but no
I got mine, for I'm my rhyme
The flow go I want, and that's clever
Give a of my time, to prevent some crime
And who behind puttin the to the young ones
The that make em is the ones that take em
Rugged for no reason, in duck season
I want my mama, on the street wearing armor
So check yaself before ya wreck
Respect yaself, hah, you got ta it up
[4X] (fades out)