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

[Flavor Flav vocals in these
{crowd chant in these brackets]
Intro: 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
[Rinkin twinkin body
Nuff attackin brain's a
Clock Chuck shockin
Flavor Flav ain't never
(one, two, four)
One: Chuck D
It's record, check it, mad methods
To put my and sisters on a deathbed
You know he cheated, what he wanted but now you blunted
Suckin up to the steppin down a level
It's who fear is you
Who protects us us and you from you
Yes and it counts [fuck the fourty
I sued them bastards, yeah they got
I did em a demo {threw em out the window}
I took a 98 cause I never a limo
But pump pump pump pump it up
A mad rhyme, for mad times, that's up
ain't gonna change, I got em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin back your
Wreckin records with funky
Am I loud {yeah} You got ta give it up
Chorus: Flav
Give it up, it up, give it up yo repeat
Give it up, it up, gotta give it up / 4 times
repeat #2 -- (occasional) D vocal

you gots ta it up now
Verse Chuck D
Come again with the same old
I'm calling a foul and 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 cracked corn cracker singin "I don't care", it's on
I'm comin with a [what?] I'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!]
I get a rhyme 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 his sound to bring you down
Rappers a lyrical kickin finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I'm givin but never pickin
James Brown I'm sayin it loud
Am I enough? Huh, you got ta give it up
[Some ain't change, some ain't gonna change
ain't gonna never ever change
Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna
Some ain't NEVER EVER change!]
[1/2X]
Interlude: Chuck D, Flav
And I'm coming, some young dumb and fulla cum
second guessing my lessons about saving young
Some don't know like Run said so we go
Where it is inside, whoop it is
There it is
[There it is, damn
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 another one

I never did represent 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
em, and I fling em, you can go with em
Hall of Fame for the game for the points I Dave em
Go Grandmama, close but no
I got mine, for I'm using my
The flow go I want, and that's clever
a piece of my time, to prevent some crime
And who puttin the guns to the young ones
The ones that make em is the ones take em
Rugged for no reason, down in season
I don't want my mama, on the wearing armor
So check yaself ya wreck yaself
Respect yaself, hah, you got ta it up
Chorus (fades out)