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

I said, "Yo, the brother don't he's 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 that 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, what on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
Another rapper shot down from the that roared
1, 2, 3, down for the
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, a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls wanna have my

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

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

You an' your mind a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a crime I can't find
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 want to
like havin' a boat but you got no paddle
'Cause I never pause, I say it
I break in stores but I break all laws

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

I'm the player, the ozone layer
A battle, what? a Bible, start your prayer
This to the wise is justified
If they ask you what happened, admit you lied

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

You just got dissed, all but
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, don't you
I got a of a force to back me up
Watch out, we got 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
it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us
To make all the swoon
But also the words from 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 Public Enemy one

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

For all you suckers, and cheap amplifiers
crossed up wires are always startin' fires
You grown up criers, now here's a of pliers
Get a job your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers

You no desires, your father fixes tires
You try to ya equipment but you get no buyers
It's you they never hire, you're never on
'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, right, Chuck, man, that's what you gotta do
You gotta tell them just like that, ya know I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me you a little somethin', man
These brothers runnin' around, headed

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