Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 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 with that brother 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 him into a Public Enemy, man

Now remember that you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A.
we was in the car, on our way to the Shot
Well yo, right now, 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 the mouth that roared
1, 2, 3, down for the
The of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt

Cold rock rap, 49er
Is what I an' I use, I never 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 that I rocked them all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You can't 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 that? be disgracin'

You an' your mind from a from my rhymes
A time for a crime I can't find
show 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 to battle
like havin' a boat but you got no paddle
'Cause I pause, I say it because
I break in stores but I break all laws

while sittin', all fittin', not bitten
Givin' me the juice that not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock poetry

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

You got caught a for goin' out of order
An' now you're servin' football their water
You messed with the master, to Chuck
An' I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got

You just got dissed, all but
Sucker duck MCs, you get me
no fun bein' on the run
Because they got me, 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 never the
Ambush attack, on my back, teamin', get creamed

So we have us, so okay?
Wanna hear it We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. sound
Ain't it Chuckie D, an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

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

On stereo, ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' about
said, "Stop, freeze", I got froze up
Because I'm Public Enemy one

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

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

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

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

You gotta let 'em that 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 goes
just the way the story goes