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

[Flavor vocals in these brackets]
chant vocals in these brackets]
Intro: Chuck D, 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 brain's a rackin
Clock Chuck shockin
Flavor ain't never shavin]
(one, two, four)
Verse Chuck 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 down a level
who they fear is you
Who protects us us and you from you
Yes and it counts [fuck the ounce]
I sued them bastards, yeah got bounce
I did em like a {threw em out the window}
I took a 98 I never liked a limo
But pump pump pu-pump pump it up
A mad rhyme, for mad times, that's up
Some gonna change, I got em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin your brain
Wreckin records with funky
Am I loud enough? {yeah} You got ta it up
Chorus: Flav
it up, give it up, give it up yo repeat
Give it up, give it up, gotta it up / 4 times
#2 -- (occasional) Chuck D vocal

you gots ta it up now
Two: Chuck D
Come again the same old bounce
I'm calling a and once again it counts
Mad mad tense brothers know
The blunts in the back got the black behind and wack
[And once again on!]
Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker singin "I don't care", on
I'm comin with a [what?] I'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!]
I gotta get a rhyme through the 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 sound to you down
rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I'm givin but never cotton
Like Brown I'm sayin it loud
Am I loud Huh, you got ta give it up
[Some ain't gonna change, some gonna change
ain't gonna never ever change
Some ain't gonna change, some gonna change
Some ain't gonna EVER change!]
[1/2X]
Interlude: Chuck D, Flav
And when I'm coming, some young and fulla cum
Some second guessing my lessons about saving
Some know like Run said so here we go
Where it is inside, whoop it is
There it is
[There it is, damn
My man X is a bad mother {shut mouth)
I'm talking about Terminator, the man]
There it is, can you hit me off another one

I never did represent doing dumb
Some gangsta lying - I'd rather Presidents
Dead or alive, bring em and swing em
I vocalize, I just rap, I don't em
Flick em, and I em, you can go with em
of Fame for the game for the points 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 the guns to the young ones
The ones make em is the ones that take em
Rugged for no reason, down in season
I don't want my mama, on the street wearing
So check yaself before ya yaself
Respect yaself, hah, you got ta it up
[4X] (fades out)