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 sayin'? An' this brother me an' ask me
"Yo, with that brother 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 a Public Enemy, man

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

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

Cold rock rap, 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 have my photo

Run in their 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 like these
My rap's red hot, 110
So don't start bassin', start placin'
on that? You'll be disgracin'

You an' your mind a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a crime that I find
show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Public Enemy one

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

You got no rap but you want to
like havin' a boat but you got no paddle
'Cause I pause, I say it because
I break in stores but I break all laws

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

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

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

You got dissed, all but dismissed
Sucker duck MCs, you get me
no fun bein' 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 to back me up
Watch out, we got never the
attack, on my back, double teamin', get creamed

So we have us, so okay?
Wanna hear it again? We got a
Enemy down, the L.I. sound
it Chuckie 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 it's the words from our direction, a gold boy session
like Bruce Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' about
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got up
I'm Public 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 here's a of pliers
Get a job your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, your 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' 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, that's you gotta do
You gotta tell them just that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me you a little somethin', man
These runnin' around, hard headed

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

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' the way the story goes
That's just the way the goes