Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy #1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up to the studio
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 swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya know what I'm So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him into a Enemy, man

Now that line you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A.
While we was in the car, on our way to the
Well yo, right now, kick the bass for them
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 mouth roared
1, 2, 3, for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no

Cold rap, 49er supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I never lose to a
'Cause I can go solo, like a bolo
Make the fly wanna have my photo

Run in their and hang it on the wall
In remembrance that I rocked all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You can't the kid, so go cut the cheese

Take this of rhymes like these
My red hot, 110 degrees
So start bassin', I'll start placin'
Bets on that? be disgracin'

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

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

You got no rap but you to battle
It's like havin' a but you got no paddle
'Cause I pause, I say it because
I don't break in but I break all laws

Written while sittin', all fittin', not
Givin' me the juice your not gettin'
I'm not a law so you can tell your mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock poetry

I'm the rhyme player, the ozone
A battle, Here's a Bible, start your prayer
This word to the wise is
If they ask you what happened, just admit you

You just got caught a for goin' out of
An' now you're servin' teams their water
You messed with the master, word to
An' I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got

You just got dissed, all but
Sucker duck MCs, you get me
no fun bein' on the run
Because got me, Public Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

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

So we have us, so okay?
Wanna it again? We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
Ain't it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ

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

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

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

For all you suckers, liars and cheap
Your crossed up 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 no desires, your father fixes tires
You try to sell ya but you get no buyers
It's you they hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is only as good triers

Known as the poetic, political, son
I'm Public number one

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

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

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

You let 'em know that 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 story