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

[Flavor Flav vocals in brackets]
{crowd vocals in these brackets]
Chuck D, Flavor 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 shakin
Nuff brain's a rackin
Clock tockin shockin
Flavor Flav ain't never
(one, two, four)
Verse One: D
It's another record, it, mad methods
To put my brothers and on a deathbed
You know he cheated, took what he but now you blunted
Suckin up to the devil steppin down a
It's who fear is you
Who protects us us and you from you
Yes and it [fuck the fourty ounce]
I sued them bastards, they got bounce
I did em like a demo {threw em out the
I took a 98 cause I liked a limo
But pump pump pu-pump pump it up
A mad rhyme, for mad times, that's up
Some ain't change, I got em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin back brain
Wreckin with funky stuff
Am I enough? {yeah} You got ta give it up
Flavor Flav
Give it up, give it up, it up yo repeat
Give it up, give it up, give it up / 4 times
repeat #2 -- (occasional) Chuck D

you gots ta it up now
Two: Chuck D
Come again with the old bounce
I'm calling a foul and once it counts
Mad tense mad tense brothers
The blunts in the got the black behind and that's wack
[And once it's on!]
Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker singin "I care", it's on
I'm comin with a rhyme I'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!]
I get a rhyme through the rough and crazy times
me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her
They don't hear me though, so I go
I'm sick and tired so Sly'll take ya
I'm takin his sound to bring you down
Rappers rippin a lyrical kickin
But to the rhythm I'm givin but never pickin
Like James Brown I'm sayin it
Am I loud Huh, you got ta give it up
[Some gonna change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't gonna never ever
Some ain't gonna change, ain't gonna change
Some ain't gonna NEVER change!]
[1/2X]
Interlude: D, Flavor Flav
And I'm coming, some young dumb and fulla cum
Some second guessing my lessons about young
don't know like Run said so here we go
Where it is inside, whoop it is
{aaaaaaah} it is
[There it is, damn
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 with one

I never did doing dumb shit
Some gangsta lying - I'd diss Presidents
Dead or alive, bring em and I'll em
I vocalize, I just rap, I sing 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, but no cigar
I got mine, for I'm using my
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 before ya wreck yaself
yaself, hah, you got ta give it up
Chorus (fades out)