Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy #1

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

I said, "Yo, the don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You him into a Public Enemy, man

Now remember that line you was to me
On the way out to L.A.
we was in the car, on our way to the Shot
Well yo, now, kick the bass for them brothers
An' let them what goes on, what goes on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
Another rapper shot down from the mouth 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
I can go solo, like a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls wanna my photo

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

this application of rhymes like these
My red hot, 110 degrees
So start bassin', I'll start placin'
Bets on that? be disgracin'

You an' mind from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a crime that I can't
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 to battle
It's like havin' a boat but you got no
'Cause I never pause, I say it
I don't break in stores but I break all

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

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

You just got caught a for out of order
An' now you're servin' football teams their
You messed the master, word to Chuck
An' I'll wax cold tax, sure you got dunked

You got dissed, all but dismissed
duck MCs, you get me pissed
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 force to me up
out, we got never the match
Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get

So we us, so you're okay?
Wanna it again? We got a force
down, the L.I. circuit sound
Ain't it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ

Oh yes, I presume the tunes that make us groom
To make all the ladies
But it's also the from our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like Lee's 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, liars and 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 fixes tires
You try to ya equipment but you get no buyers
It's you they hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is only 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, 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
brothers runnin' around, hard headed

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

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