Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 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 that brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear 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, 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 rapper shot from the mouth that roared
1, 2, 3, for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no

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

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

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

You an' your mind a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a crime that I find
I'll show you my gun, my Uzi 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 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 while sittin', all fittin', not
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 rhyme player, the ozone
A battle, Here's a Bible, start your prayer
word to the wise 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 messed with the master, word to
An' I'll wax cold tax, made you got dunked

You got dissed, all but dismissed
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

you know, don't you know?
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 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 make us groom
To all the ladies swoon
But it's also the words our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese

On stereo, ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' vinyl
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got up
I'm Public Enemy 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 your 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 never 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 what you do
You gotta tell just like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a somethin', man
These brothers around, hard headed

They get a little jealous, ya know I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you let 'em know
who in the world of beat

You let 'em know that this is the 80's
An' we can get all the
An' in the we got a fly Mercedes
An' the way the story goes
That's just the way the story