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

[Flavor Flav vocals in these
chant vocals in these brackets]
Intro: Chuck D, Flav
{aight}, aight, aight {aight}, aight {aight}
I'm aight if you aight {I'm
I be better - get some of bass
{word, give it up} aight,
[Rinkin twinkin body
attackin brain's a rackin
Clock Chuck shockin
Flav ain't never shavin]
(one, two, four)
Verse Chuck D
It's another record, it, mad methods
To put my brothers and 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 us from us and you from you
Yes and it counts [fuck the ounce]
I sued them bastards, yeah they got
I did em like a {threw em out the window}
I a 98 cause 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 back your
Wreckin records with funky
Am I loud enough? You got ta give it up
Chorus: Flavor
it up, give it up, give it up yo repeat
Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up / 4
repeat #2 -- (occasional) D vocal

you gots ta it up now
Verse Chuck D
again with the same old bounce
I'm calling a foul and once it counts
Mad tense mad tense brothers
The in the back got the black behind and that's wack
once again it's on!]
Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker "I don't care", it's on
I'm comin a rhyme [what?] I'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!]
I gotta get a rhyme through the 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 takin his to bring you down
rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I'm givin but never pickin
Like James I'm sayin it loud
Am I loud Huh, you got ta give it up
[Some ain't gonna change, ain't gonna change
Some ain't gonna ever change
ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change
Some gonna NEVER EVER change!]
Chorus
Interlude: Chuck D, Flavor
And when I'm coming, some young dumb and cum
Some second guessing my lessons about young
Some know like Run said so here we go
Where it is inside, whoop it is
{aaaaaaah} it is
it is, damn right
My man X is a bad mother your mouth)
I'm talking about Terminator, the man]
it is, can you hit me off with another one

I never did represent doing shit
Some gangsta - I'd rather diss Presidents
Dead or alive, bring em and I'll 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, but no cigar
I got mine, for I'm my rhyme
The flow go wherever I want, and 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, in duck season
I want my mama, on the street wearing armor
So check yaself before ya wreck
yaself, hah, you got ta give it up
Chorus (fades out)