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

[Flavor Flav vocals in these
{crowd chant in these brackets]
Chuck D, Flavor Flav
Aight {aight}, aight, aight {aight}, aight
I'm aight if you {I'm aight}
I be better - get some of bass
{word, it up} aight, yeah
[Rinkin twinkin shakin
Nuff brain's a rackin
Clock tockin shockin
Flavor Flav never shavin]
(one, two, four)
One: Chuck D
It's another record, it, mad methods
To put my and sisters on a deathbed
You know he cheated, took what he wanted but now you
Suckin up to the devil down a level
It's who fear is you
Who protects us us and you from you
Yes and it [fuck the fourty ounce]
I them bastards, yeah they got bounce
I did em like a demo em out the window}
I a 98 cause I never liked a limo
But pump pump pump pump it up
A mad rhyme, for mad times, what's up
ain't gonna change, I got em in a range
I rearrange, so I'm buildin back your brain
Wreckin records with stuff
Am I enough? {yeah} You got ta give it up
Flavor Flav
Give it up, give it up, give it up yo
Give it up, it up, gotta give it up / 4 times
repeat #2 -- (occasional) D vocal

you ta give it up now
Verse Two: D
Come again the same old bounce
I'm a foul and once again it counts
Mad tense mad brothers know
The blunts in the got the black behind and that's wack
[And once it's on!]
Hey Jimmy cracked corn 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 through the rough and crazy times
Call me a lecture, yes I checked her
They don't hear me though, so I go
I'm sick and so Sly'll take ya higher
When I'm takin his sound to you down
Rappers rippin a lyrical finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I'm but never cotton pickin
Like James I'm sayin it loud
Am I loud Huh, you got ta give it up
[Some ain't gonna change, some gonna change
Some gonna never ever change
Some gonna change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't NEVER EVER change!]
[1/2X]
Interlude: Chuck D, Flavor
And when I'm coming, some young and fulla cum
Some second guessing my lessons about saving
Some don't know like Run so here we go
Where it is inside, there 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 doing dumb shit
Some gangsta - I'd rather diss Presidents
Dead or alive, em and I'll swing em
I vocalize, I just rap, I don't em
Flick em, and I em, you can go with em
Hall of Fame for the game for the points I Bing em
Go Grandmama, but no cigar
I got mine, for I'm my rhyme
The flow go wherever I want, and clever
Give a piece of my time, to some crime
And who behind the guns 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 street armor
So check before ya wreck yaself
yaself, hah, you got ta give it up
Chorus (fades out)