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 brother 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 what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You him into a Public Enemy, man

Now that line 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 rapper down from the mouth that roared
1, 2, 3, for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no

Cold rock rap, supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I never to a team
'Cause I can go solo, like a Tyson
Make the fly girls wanna have my

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

Take this application of rhymes like
My red hot, 110 degrees
So start bassin', I'll start placin'
Bets on You'll be disgracin'

You an' mind from a beatin' from my rhymes
A for a crime that I can't find
I'll show you my gun, my Uzi a ton
I'm Public 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 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 so you can tell your mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock poetry

I'm the rhyme player, the layer
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 caught a for out of order
An' now you're servin' football teams their
You with the master, word to Chuck
An' I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got

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

One, one, one
One, one, one

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

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

Oh yes, I presume the tunes that make us groom
To make all the ladies
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
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 fixes old

You have no desires, your father fixes
You try to ya equipment but you get no buyers
you they never hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is only known as good

as the poetic, political, lyrical son
I'm Enemy number one

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

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

They get a little jealous, ya what I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you let 'em know
Who's who in the 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 goes
just the way the story goes