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 brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya know I'm sayin'? 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 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 of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt

Cold rap, 49er supreme
Is I choose an' I use, I never lose to a team
I can go solo, like a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls wanna have my

Run in their room and it on the wall
In that I rocked them all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You rock the kid, so go cut the cheese

this application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110
So start bassin', I'll start placin'
Bets on 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 Public Enemy 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
'Cause I never pause, I say it
I don't break in stores but I all laws

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

I'm the rhyme player, the ozone
A battle, what? a Bible, start your prayer
word 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 the master, word to Chuck
An' I'll wax cold tax, made you got dunked

You got dissed, all but dismissed
Sucker MCs, you get me pissed
It's no fun on the run
Because got me, Public Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

you know, don't you know?
I got a posse of a force to me up
Watch out, we got the match
Ambush attack, on my back, teamin', get creamed

So we us, so you're okay?
hear it again? We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. 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 swoon
But it's the words from our direction, a gold boy session
like Bruce Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' about
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 cheap
Your crossed up wires are always fires
You grown up criers, now here's a pair of
Get a job like mother, I heard she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, your father tires
You try to ya equipment but you get no buyers
It's you they never hire, never on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is only known as 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 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 you down with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you gotta let 'em
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