Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy #1

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

I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows nice"
Ya know I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You him into 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
Well yo, right now, the bass for them brothers
An' let them know goes on, what goes on

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

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

Run in room 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 application of like these
My red hot, 110 degrees
So start bassin', I'll start placin'
Bets on that? You'll be

You an' your from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a crime I can't find
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 but you got no paddle
I never pause, I say it because
I don't break in but I break all laws

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

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

You just got a for goin' out of order
An' now you're servin' football their water
You with the master, word to Chuck
An' I'll wax tax, made sure you got dunked

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

One, one, one
One, one, one

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

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

Oh yes, I it's the tunes that make us groom
To make all the ladies
But it's 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 talkin' about
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 amplifiers
crossed up wires are always startin' fires
You grown up criers, now here's a of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, your 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

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

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

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

They get a little jealous, ya know 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 that this is the 80's
An' we can get all the
An' in the we got a fly Mercedes
An' that's the way the story
That's the way the story goes