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

[Flavor Flav vocals in brackets]
{crowd chant vocals in these
Intro: Chuck D, Flavor
Aight {aight}, aight, {aight}, aight {aight}
I'm aight if you aight {I'm
I be better - get of that bass
{word, it up} aight, yeah
[Rinkin twinkin shakin
Nuff attackin a rackin
Clock tockin Chuck
Flavor Flav ain't never
(one, two, four)
One: Chuck D
It's record, check it, mad methods
To put my brothers and sisters on a
You know he cheated, took he wanted but now you blunted
Suckin up to the devil steppin down a
It's who they is you
Who protects us us and you from you
Yes and it counts the fourty ounce]
I sued them bastards, yeah they got
I did em like a demo 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, what's up
Some gonna change, I got em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin back your
records with funky stuff
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, give it up / 4 times
repeat #2 -- (occasional) D vocal

you ta give it up now
Two: Chuck D
Come again with the same old
I'm calling a foul and once it counts
Mad tense mad tense know
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 with a rhyme [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
don't hear me though, so here I go
I'm sick and tired so Sly'll ya higher
I'm takin his sound to bring you down
Rappers a lyrical kickin finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I'm givin but cotton pickin
James Brown I'm sayin it loud
Am I enough? Huh, you got ta give it up
[Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna
Some ain't gonna never change
Some ain't gonna change, ain't gonna change
Some ain't gonna NEVER change!]
Chorus
Chuck D, Flavor Flav
And when I'm coming, young dumb and fulla cum
Some second guessing my lessons about saving
Some don't know Run said so here we go
Where it is inside, there it is
There it is
[There it is, damn
My man X is a bad {shut your mouth)
I'm talking about Terminator, the man]
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
Hall of Fame for the for the points I Dave Bing em
Go Grandmama, close but no
I got mine, for I'm using my
The flow go wherever I want, and clever
Give a piece of my time, to 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 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)