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 he's nice, he knows nice"
Ya know I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him into a Enemy, man

Now remember that line you was 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 them
An' let them know goes on, what goes on

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

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

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

this application of rhymes like these
My red hot, 110 degrees
So don't bassin', I'll start 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
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 havin' a but you got no paddle
I never pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores but I break all

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, your prayer
This word to the is justified
If they ask you what happened, just admit you

You just got a for goin' out of order
An' now you're servin' teams their water
You messed with the master, to Chuck
An' wax cold tax, made sure you got dunked

You got dissed, all but dismissed
Sucker MCs, you get me pissed
no fun bein' 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 force to me up
Watch out, we got the match
attack, on my back, double teamin', get creamed

So we have us, so okay?
Wanna hear it again? We got a
down, the L.I. circuit 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 from our direction, a boy session
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese

On stereo, ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' about
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 up wires are always startin' fires
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 fixes tires
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, right, Chuck, man, that's 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 runnin' around, hard headed

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

You gotta let 'em know that this is the
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