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

[Flavor vocals in these brackets]
{crowd chant in these brackets]
Chuck 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
twinkin body shakin
Nuff brain's a rackin
Clock Chuck shockin
Flavor Flav ain't shavin]
(one, two, four)
Verse One: D
another record, check it, mad methods
To put my brothers and sisters on a
You know he cheated, took what he but now you blunted
Suckin up to the devil steppin a level
who they fear 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 liked a limo
But pump pump pu-pump pump it up
A mad rhyme, for mad times, that's up
ain't gonna change, I got em in a range
I rearrange, so I'm buildin back your brain
Wreckin with funky stuff
Am I loud enough? You got ta give it up
Chorus: Flavor
it up, give it up, give 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
Verse Chuck D
again with the same old bounce
I'm calling a foul and once it counts
Mad tense mad brothers know
The blunts in the got the black behind and that's wack
[And once again on!]
Hey Jimmy 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 crazy
Call me a lecture, yes I checked her
They don't me though, so here I go
I'm sick and tired so take ya higher
When I'm takin his to bring you down
Rappers rippin a lyrical finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I'm givin but never pickin
Like James Brown I'm sayin it
Am I loud Huh, you got ta give it up
[Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna
Some ain't gonna never change
Some ain't gonna change, ain't gonna change
Some ain't gonna NEVER change!]
Chorus
Interlude: Chuck D, Flav
And when I'm coming, some dumb and fulla cum
Some guessing my lessons about saving young
Some don't know Run said 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 about Terminator, he's the man]
it is, can you hit me off with 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 rap, I don't sing em
Flick em, and I em, you can go with 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 that's
Give a of my time, to prevent some crime
And who puttin the guns to the young ones
The ones that em is the ones that take em
for no reason, down in duck season
I don't my mama, on the street wearing armor
So yaself before ya wreck yaself
Respect yaself, hah, you got ta it up
[4X] (fades out)