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

[Flavor Flav vocals in these
{crowd chant vocals in these
Intro: Chuck D, Flav
{aight}, aight, aight {aight}, aight {aight}
I'm aight if you aight {I'm
I be - get some of that bass
{word, it up} aight, yeah
[Rinkin twinkin body
attackin brain's a rackin
Clock tockin Chuck
Flav ain't never shavin]
(one, two, four)
One: Chuck D
It's another record, check it, mad
To put my and sisters on a deathbed
You he cheated, took what he wanted but now you blunted
up to the devil steppin down a level
It's who fear is you
Who us from us and you from you
Yes and it counts the fourty 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 pu-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 your brain
Wreckin records funky stuff
Am I loud enough? {yeah} You got ta it up
Chorus: Flav
Give it up, give it up, give it up yo
Give it up, it up, gotta give it up / 4 times
#2 -- (occasional) Chuck D vocal

you ta give it up now
Verse Chuck D
Come again with the old bounce
I'm a foul and once again it counts
Mad tense mad tense 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 rhyme I'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!]
I gotta get a through the rough and crazy times
me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her
They don't 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 Brown I'm sayin it
Am I loud enough? Huh, you got ta it up
[Some ain't change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't gonna never ever
ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't gonna NEVER change!]
Chorus
Interlude: Chuck D, Flav
And when I'm coming, some young and fulla cum
Some guessing my lessons about saving young
Some know like Run said so here we go
Where it is inside, there it is
{aaaaaaah} it is
[There it is, damn
My man X is a bad {shut your mouth)
I'm talking about Terminator, he's the
There it is, can you hit me off with one

I did represent doing dumb shit
gangsta lying - I'd rather diss Presidents
Dead or alive, em and I'll swing em
I vocalize, I just rap, I sing em
Flick em, and I fling em, you can go em
of Fame for the game for the points I Dave Bing em
Go Grandmama, close but no
I got mine, for I'm my rhyme
The go wherever I want, and that's clever
Give a piece of my time, to some crime
And who behind puttin the 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 street armor
So check yaself before ya yaself
yaself, hah, you got ta give it up
Chorus (fades out)