Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy #1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up to the studio
Ya know I'm sayin'? An' this brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup with that Chuckie 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 him into 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, right now, kick the for them brothers
An' let them know goes on, what goes on

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

Cold rock rap, 49er
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 their room and hang it on the
In remembrance that I rocked all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You can't the kid, so go cut the cheese

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

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
I'm Public 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 stores but I all laws

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

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

You just got caught a for out of order
An' now you're servin' football teams water
You messed the master, word to Chuck
An' wax cold 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
Because they got me, Public Enemy 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, double teamin', get

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

Oh yes, I it's the tunes that make us groom
To all the ladies swoon
But it's also the words our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' Bruce Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, never 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, and cheap amplifiers
Your 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 old dryers

You have no desires, your father fixes
You try to sell ya but you get no buyers
It's you they never hire, you're on flyers
you an' your crew is only known as good triers

Known as the poetic, political, 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 what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a somethin', man
These brothers around, hard headed

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

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
That's just the way the goes