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

I said, "Yo, the brother swear he's 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 line you was 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 them know goes on, what goes on

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

Cold rock rap, supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I never to a team
'Cause I can go solo, a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls wanna my photo

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

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

You an' mind from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a crime that I can't
I'll you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Enemy number one

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

You got no rap but you to battle
It's like havin' a 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 not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell your
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, poetry sayer

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

You just got caught a for goin' out of
An' now servin' football teams their water
You messed the master, word to Chuck
An' I'll wax tax, made 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 number 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, double teamin', get

So we us, so you're okay?
hear it again? We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
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 about vinyl
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got up
Because I'm Public number one

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

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

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

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 you gotta do
You tell them just like 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 what I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you down 'em
But yo, Chuck, you let 'em know
who in the world 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 just the way the goes