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 that brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya know what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a
You turn him a Public 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, 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 result of my lyrics, oh yes, no

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

Run in their room and hang it on the
In remembrance I rocked them 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 don't start bassin', start placin'
Bets on that? You'll be

You an' your mind from a beatin' my rhymes
A for a crime that I can't 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 don't break in stores but I break all

Written while sittin', all fittin', not
Givin' me the juice 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 rhyme player, the ozone
A battle, what? 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 teams water
You messed the master, word to Chuck
An' I'll wax cold tax, sure you got dunked

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

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

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

On stereo, never mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm about vinyl
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got up
Because I'm Public Enemy 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 up criers, now here's 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 ya equipment but you get no buyers
It's you they never hire, you're on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is known as good triers

as the poetic, political, lyrical 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 like that, ya what I'm sayin'?
yo, man, let me tell you a little somethin', man
These runnin' around, hard headed

get a little jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, 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 that 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