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

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

you ta give it up now
Two: Chuck D
Come with the same old bounce
I'm calling a foul and once it counts
Mad tense mad tense brothers
The blunts in the back got the behind and that's wack
[And again it's on!]
Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker singin "I 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
They don't hear me though, so I go
I'm and tired so Sly'll 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 cotton
James Brown I'm sayin 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 gonna change, some ain't change
Some ain't gonna NEVER change!]
[1/2X]
Interlude: D, Flavor Flav
And when I'm coming, some young and fulla cum
Some second guessing my about saving young
Some don't know like Run said so we go
Where it is inside, there it is
There it is
[There it is, right
My man X is a bad mother {shut mouth)
I'm about Terminator, he's the man]
There it is, can you hit me off with one

I did represent doing dumb shit
gangsta lying - 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 Fame for the game for the I Dave Bing em
Go Grandmama, but no cigar
I got mine, for I'm my rhyme
The flow go wherever I want, and that's
a piece of my time, to prevent some crime
And who behind puttin the guns to the ones
The ones that make em is the ones that em
Rugged for no reason, in duck season
I don't want my mama, on the street armor
So check yaself ya wreck yaself
yaself, hah, you got ta give it up
Chorus (fades out)