Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy #1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up here to the
Ya what I'm sayin'? An' this brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup with that Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he's nice, he he's nice"
Ya know I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him a Public Enemy, man

Now remember line you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A.
While we was in the car, on our way to the
yo, right now, kick the bass for them brothers
An' let them know what on, what goes on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
Another rapper shot down from the that roared
1, 2, 3, for the count
The of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt

Cold rap, 49er supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I lose to a team
'Cause I can go solo, like a bolo
Make the fly girls wanna my photo

Run in room and hang it on the wall
In remembrance I rocked them all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You rock the kid, so go cut the cheese

Take this application of rhymes like
My rap's red hot, 110
So don't start bassin', I'll start
Bets on that? be disgracin'

You an' your mind from a from my rhymes
A time for a crime that I can't
I'll show you my gun, my Uzi a ton
Because I'm Public number one

One, one, one
One, one, one, one

You got no rap but you to battle
It's like havin' a boat but you got no
'Cause I never pause, I say it
I don't break in stores but I all laws

while sittin', all fittin', not bitten
Givin' me the juice that your not
I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock sayer

I'm the player, the ozone layer
A battle, what? Here's a Bible, your prayer
This word to the is justified
If they ask you happened, just admit you lied

You got caught a for goin' out of order
An' now you're football teams their water
You messed with the master, to Chuck
An' wax cold tax, made sure you got dunked

You just got dissed, all but
duck MCs, you get me pissed
It's no fun on the run
Because they got me, Public number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, you know?
I got a posse of a force to me up
Watch out, we got never the
Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get

So we us, so you're okay?
Wanna hear it again? We got a
down, the L.I. circuit sound
Ain't it D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

Oh yes, I it's the tunes that make us groom
To make all the ladies
But also the words from our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese

On stereo, ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm about vinyl
said, "Stop, freeze", I got froze up
Because I'm Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

For all you suckers, liars and cheap
crossed up wires are always startin' fires
You grown up criers, now a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I heard she old dryers

You have no desires, father fixes tires
You try to sell ya equipment but you get no
It's you they never hire, you're never on
'Cause you an' crew is only known as good triers

as the poetic, political, lyrical son
I'm Public Enemy one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, that's what you do
You gotta tell them like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
yo, man, let me tell you a little somethin', man
These runnin' around, hard headed

They get a little jealous, ya what I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you down 'em
But yo, Chuck, you let 'em know
Who's who in the world of

You gotta let 'em know this is the 80's
An' we can get all the
An' in the backyard we got a fly
An' that's the way the story
That's just the way the goes