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

[Flavor Flav vocals in brackets]
{crowd chant vocals in brackets]
Intro: Chuck D, Flavor
Aight {aight}, aight, aight {aight}, {aight}
I'm aight if you aight aight}
I be better - get some of that
{word, it up} aight, yeah
[Rinkin twinkin body
Nuff attackin brain's a
Clock tockin Chuck
Flavor Flav never shavin]
(one, two, four)
Verse Chuck D
It's another record, check it, mad
To put my and sisters 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 protects us from us and you you
Yes and it [fuck the fourty ounce]
I them bastards, yeah they got bounce
I did em a demo {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
ain't gonna change, I got em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin your brain
records with funky stuff
Am I loud enough? You got ta give it up
Chorus: Flavor
Give it up, give it up, it up yo repeat
it up, give it up, gotta give it up / 4 times
repeat #2 -- (occasional) Chuck D

you gots ta it up now
Verse Chuck D
Come with the same old bounce
I'm calling a foul and once it counts
Mad mad tense brothers know
The blunts in the back got the behind and that's wack
once again it's on!]
Hey Jimmy cracked cracker singin "I don't care", it's on
I'm comin with a rhyme [what?] I'm go a rhyme [yeah!]
I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and crazy
Call me a Hannibal lecture, yes I her
They don't hear me though, so I go
I'm and tired so Sly'll take ya higher
When I'm his sound to bring you down
Rappers rippin a lyrical finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I'm but never cotton pickin
Like Brown I'm sayin it loud
Am I enough? 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, some ain't gonna
Some ain't NEVER EVER change!]
Chorus
Interlude: D, Flavor Flav
And I'm coming, some young dumb and fulla cum
Some second guessing my about saving young
Some don't like Run said so here we go
Where it is inside, whoop it is
There it is
[There it is, right
My man X is a bad mother {shut mouth)
I'm talking Terminator, he's the man]
it is, can you hit me off with another one

I never did represent doing dumb
Some gangsta lying - I'd diss Presidents
or alive, bring em and I'll swing em
I vocalize, I rap, I don't sing em
em, and I fling em, you can go with em
Hall of Fame for the for the points I Dave Bing em
Go Grandmama, close but no
I got mine, for I'm my rhyme
The flow go wherever I want, and that's
Give a of my time, to prevent 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 duck
I don't want my mama, on the wearing armor
So check before ya wreck yaself
Respect yaself, hah, you got ta it up
Chorus (fades out)