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

I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows nice"
Ya what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him a Public Enemy, man

Now remember that line you was to me
On the way out to L.A.
we was in the car, on our way to the Shot
Well yo, right now, kick the bass for them
An' let them know what on, what goes on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
rapper shot down from the mouth that roared
1, 2, 3, down for the
The of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt

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

Run in their room and it on the wall
In remembrance 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 red hot, 110 degrees
So don't bassin', I'll start placin'
on that? You'll be disgracin'

You an' mind from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a that 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
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 that your not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer so you can your mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock poetry

I'm the player, the ozone layer
A battle, what? Here's a Bible, start 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 servin' teams their water
You messed with the master, to Chuck
An' I'll wax cold tax, made you got dunked

You just got dissed, all but
Sucker MCs, you get me pissed
It's no fun on the run
they got me, Public Enemy 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
Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get

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 it's the tunes make us groom
To make all the swoon
But also the words from our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's connection

On stereo, never mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' vinyl
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got up
Because I'm Public Enemy one

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

For all you suckers, liars and cheap
Your up wires are always startin' fires
You grown up criers, now here's a pair of
Get a job your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers

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

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

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

Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, what you gotta do
You gotta tell them just like that, ya 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'?
like that, ya know, they try to bring you down with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you let 'em know
Who's who in the world of

You gotta let 'em know that this is the
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