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

[Flavor Flav in these brackets]
{crowd chant vocals in brackets]
Chuck D, Flavor Flav
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
twinkin body shakin
Nuff attackin brain's a
tockin Chuck shockin
Flavor Flav ain't shavin]
(one, two, four)
Verse One: D
It's another record, check it, mad
To put my brothers and on a deathbed
You know he cheated, took what he but now you blunted
Suckin up to the devil steppin down a
who they fear is you
Who protects us from us and you you
Yes and it [fuck the fourty ounce]
I them bastards, yeah they got bounce
I did em like a demo {threw em out the
I took a 98 cause I liked a limo
But pump pump pump pump it up
A mad rhyme, for mad times, that's up
Some ain't change, I got em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin back your
records with funky stuff
Am I enough? {yeah} You got ta give it up
Chorus: Flavor
Give it up, give it up, it up yo repeat
it up, give it up, gotta give it up / 4 times
repeat #2 -- (occasional) D vocal

you gots ta it up now
Verse Chuck D
Come with the same old bounce
I'm calling a and once again it counts
Mad tense mad brothers know
The blunts in the back got the 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 rhyme I'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!]
I gotta get a rhyme through the and crazy times
Call me a Hannibal lecture, yes I 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 never cotton
Like James I'm sayin it loud
Am I loud Huh, you got ta give it up
[Some ain't gonna change, some gonna change
Some ain't never ever change
Some ain't change, some ain't gonna change
ain't gonna NEVER EVER change!]
Chorus
Interlude: Chuck D, Flavor
And I'm coming, some young dumb and fulla cum
Some second guessing my lessons saving young
Some don't know like Run said so we go
it is inside, whoop there it is
{aaaaaaah} it is
[There it is, right
My man X is a bad mother your 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
Some gangsta - I'd rather diss Presidents
Dead or alive, bring em and I'll em
I vocalize, I just rap, I sing em
em, and I fling 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 using my
The flow go I want, and that's clever
Give a of my time, to prevent some crime
And who behind puttin the guns to the young
The ones that make em is the ones that em
Rugged for no reason, down in duck
I don't my mama, on the street wearing armor
So check yaself before ya wreck
yaself, hah, you got ta give it up
Chorus (fades out)