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

[Flavor Flav in these brackets]
{crowd vocals in these brackets]
Intro: Chuck D, Flavor
Aight {aight}, aight, aight {aight}, aight
I'm aight if you aight {I'm
I be - get some of that bass
{word, give it up} aight,
[Rinkin twinkin shakin
Nuff attackin a rackin
Clock Chuck shockin
Flavor Flav ain't 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, took what he wanted but now you
Suckin up to the steppin down a level
It's who they is you
Who protects us from us and you you
Yes and it counts the fourty ounce]
I them bastards, yeah they got bounce
I did em a demo {threw em out the window}
I took a 98 cause I never a limo
But pump pump pump pump it up
A mad rhyme, for mad times, that's up
Some gonna change, I got em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin back brain
Wreckin records with 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, it up, gotta give it up / 4 times
#2 -- (occasional) Chuck D vocal

you ta give it up now
Verse Two: D
Come again with the same old
I'm calling a foul and once 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 cracker singin "I care", it's on
I'm comin a rhyme [what?] I'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!]
I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and times
me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her
They don't me though, so here I go
I'm sick and tired so Sly'll take ya
I'm takin his sound to bring you down
Rappers a lyrical kickin finger-lickin
But to the I'm givin but never cotton pickin
Like Brown I'm sayin it loud
Am I loud enough? Huh, you got ta it up
[Some gonna change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't gonna never change
Some ain't change, some ain't gonna change
Some gonna NEVER EVER change!]
Chorus
Interlude: Chuck D, Flavor
And when I'm coming, some young and fulla cum
second guessing my lessons about saving young
Some don't know like Run so here we go
it is inside, whoop 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]
There it is, can you hit me off another one

I never did represent dumb shit
Some gangsta lying - I'd diss Presidents
Dead or alive, bring em and I'll em
I vocalize, I just rap, I don't em
Flick em, and I fling em, you can go em
Hall of for the game for the points I Dave Bing em
Go Grandmama, close but no
I got mine, for I'm using my
The go wherever I want, and that's clever
Give a piece of my time, to prevent crime
And who behind the guns to the young ones
The ones that make em is the that take em
for no reason, down in duck season
I don't want my mama, on the street armor
So check yaself before ya wreck
Respect yaself, hah, you got ta it up
[4X] (fades out)