Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy #1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up here to the
Ya what I'm sayin'? An' this brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup with that brother D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him into a Enemy, man

Now remember that you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A.
While we was in the car, on our way to the
yo, right now, kick the bass for them brothers
An' let know what 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, down for the
The of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt

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

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

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

You an' your mind from a beatin' from my
A time for a that I can't find
I'll you my gun, my Uzi weighs 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 break in stores but I break all laws

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 sayer

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

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

You just got dissed, all but
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 of a force 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
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 presume it's the tunes make us groom
To all the ladies swoon
But also the words from our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like Bruce Chinese connection

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

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

For all you suckers, and cheap amplifiers
Your crossed up wires are always startin'
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 tires
You try to ya equipment but you get no buyers
It's you they never hire, you're on flyers
'Cause you an' your is only known as good triers

Known as the poetic, political, son
I'm Public Enemy one

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

Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, what 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 know what I'm
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' that's the way the story
That's the way the story goes