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' brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup with that brother Chuckie D? He he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear 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 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 brothers
An' let them know what goes on, goes 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 never lose to a
'Cause I can go solo, like a bolo
Make the fly girls wanna have my

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

Take this application of rhymes like
My rap's red hot, 110
So don't start bassin', I'll start
Bets on You'll be disgracin'

You an' your mind a beatin' from my rhymes
A for a crime that I can't find
I'll you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Public number 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 in stores but I break all laws

Written while sittin', all fittin', not
Givin' me the juice that 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 ozone
A battle, Here's a Bible, start your prayer
word to the wise is justified
If ask you what happened, just 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 cold tax, made you got dunked

You just got dissed, all but
Sucker duck MCs, you get me
It's no fun on the run
they 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, teamin', get creamed

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

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes 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' vinyl
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, and cheap amplifiers
Your crossed up wires are always 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, father fixes tires
You try to sell ya but you get no buyers
you they never hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is known 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 what you do
You gotta tell them just like that, ya know what I'm
yo, man, let me tell you a little somethin', man
These brothers runnin' around, hard

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

You gotta let 'em know that is the 80's
An' we can get all the
An' in the we got a fly Mercedes
An' the way the story goes
just the way the story goes