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 stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup with that brother 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 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, now, kick the bass for them 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 mouth that
1, 2, 3, down for the
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no

Cold rock rap, 49er
Is what I choose an' I use, I lose to a team
'Cause I can go solo, like a bolo
Make the fly wanna have my photo

Run in their 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 of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110
So start bassin', I'll start placin'
on that? You'll be disgracin'

You an' mind from a beatin' from my rhymes
A for a crime that I can't find
show 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
I never pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores but I all laws

Written while sittin', all fittin', not
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, your prayer
word to the wise is justified
If they ask you what happened, just admit you

You got caught a for goin' out of order
An' now servin' football teams their water
You with the master, word to Chuck
An' wax cold 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
out, we got never the match
Ambush attack, on my back, teamin', get creamed

So we have us, so you're
Wanna hear it again? We got a
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
Ain't it D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that us groom
To make all the swoon
But it's also the from our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's connection

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

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

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

You have no desires, father fixes tires
You try to sell ya equipment but you get no
It's you they never hire, never on flyers
'Cause you an' your is only known 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 like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a somethin', man
These runnin' around, hard headed

They get a little jealous, ya know 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 we got a fly Mercedes
An' that's the way the goes
just the way the story goes