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

[Flavor Flav in these brackets]
chant vocals in these brackets]
Intro: Chuck D, Flavor
Aight {aight}, aight, aight {aight}, {aight}
I'm aight if you aight aight}
I be better - get some of that
{word, it up} aight, yeah
[Rinkin twinkin body
Nuff attackin a rackin
Clock tockin Chuck
Flavor 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 a level
who they fear is you
Who protects us from us and you you
Yes and it counts [fuck the ounce]
I sued bastards, yeah they got bounce
I did em like a {threw em out the window}
I a 98 cause I never liked a limo
But pump pump pump pump it up
A mad rhyme, for mad times, what's up
Some ain't gonna change, I got em in a
I rearrange, so I'm buildin back your brain
Wreckin records funky stuff
Am I enough? {yeah} You got ta give it up
Chorus: Flavor
Give it up, it up, give it up yo repeat
Give it up, give it up, gotta it up / 4 times
repeat #2 -- (occasional) D vocal

you gots ta it up now
Verse Two: D
Come with the same old bounce
I'm a foul and once again it counts
Mad mad tense brothers know
The blunts in the back got the black and that's wack
[And again it's on!]
Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker "I don't care", it's on
I'm comin with a rhyme [what?] I'm go a rhyme [yeah!]
I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and times
me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her
They don't me though, so here I go
I'm sick and tired so Sly'll take ya
When I'm takin his sound to you down
Rappers a lyrical kickin finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I'm but never cotton pickin
Like James Brown I'm sayin it
Am I enough? Huh, you got ta give it up
[Some ain't gonna change, some ain't change
Some gonna never ever change
Some ain't change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't gonna NEVER change!]
[1/2X]
Interlude: Chuck D, Flav
And when I'm coming, some young dumb and cum
Some second guessing my about saving young
don't know like Run said so here we go
Where it is inside, there it is
There it is
[There it is, right
My man X is a bad {shut your mouth)
I'm talking Terminator, he's the man]
There it is, can you hit me off another one

I never did represent dumb shit
Some gangsta lying - I'd rather Presidents
Dead or alive, bring em and I'll em
I vocalize, I just rap, I don't em
Flick em, and I fling em, you can go em
Hall of Fame for the game for the 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
a piece of my time, to prevent some crime
And who behind puttin the to the young ones
The ones that make em is the ones that em
for no reason, down in duck season
I don't my mama, on the street wearing armor
So yaself before ya wreck yaself
yaself, hah, you got ta give it up
Chorus (fades out)