Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy #1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up to the studio
Ya know I'm sayin'? An' this brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup that 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 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
yo, right now, kick the bass for them brothers
An' let them know what goes on, 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

rock rap, 49er supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I lose to a team
'Cause I can go solo, like a 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 rock the kid, so go cut the cheese

Take this application of rhymes like
My red hot, 110 degrees
So don't start bassin', I'll 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 Enemy number one

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

You got no rap but you want to
It's like havin' a boat but you got no
I never pause, I say it because
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 your mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, poetry sayer

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

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

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

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, don't you
I got a posse of a to back me up
out, we got never the match
Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get

So we have us, so you're
Wanna it again? We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

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

On stereo, never 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 amplifiers
Your crossed up wires are always fires
You grown up criers, now a pair of pliers
Get a job your 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 never hire, you're never on
'Cause you an' your crew is only known as triers

Known as the poetic, political, son
I'm Public number one

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

Yeah, right, Chuck, man, that's what you gotta do
You tell them just like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
yo, man, let me tell you a little somethin', man
These brothers runnin' around, hard

They get a little jealous, ya know what I'm
Just that, ya know, they try to bring you down with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you gotta let 'em
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 backyard we got a fly
An' that's the way the goes
That's just the way the goes