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, wassup with that brother D? He swear he nice"

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

Now that line 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 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 rock rap, supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I lose 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 that I rocked them all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You rock the kid, so go cut the cheese

Take this of rhymes like these
My red hot, 110 degrees
So don't start bassin', I'll placin'
Bets on that? You'll be

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

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

You got no rap but you want to
It's like a boat but you got no paddle
I never pause, I say it because
I don't break in but I break all laws

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

I'm the rhyme player, the layer
A battle, what? Here's a Bible, start your
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 servin' football teams their water
You messed with the master, word to
An' wax cold 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 force to me up
Watch out, we got never the
attack, on my back, double teamin', get creamed

So we have us, so okay?
hear it again? We got a force
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 swoon
But it's also the words from our direction, a gold boy
Kickin' like Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, never mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm about vinyl
said, "Stop, freeze", I got froze up
Because I'm Public number one

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

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

You have no desires, your father fixes
You try to sell ya but you get no buyers
It's you never hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you an' crew is only known 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 them like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
yo, man, let me tell you a little somethin', man
These brothers around, hard headed

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