Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up to the studio
Ya what I'm sayin'? An' this brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup with brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows nice"
Ya know 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.
we was in the car, on our way to the Shot
Well yo, right now, kick the bass for 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 never lose to a
'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 rock the kid, so go cut the

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

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

Written sittin', all fittin', not bitten
Givin' me the juice that not gettin'
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, what? a Bible, start your prayer
This word to the wise is
If they ask you what happened, just admit you

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

You got dissed, all but dismissed
Sucker MCs, you get me pissed
no fun bein' on the run
Because they got me, Public Enemy one

One, one, one
One, one, one

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

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

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us
To make all the swoon
But it's also the words 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
I'm Public Enemy number one

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

For all you suckers, and cheap amplifiers
Your 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, father fixes tires
You try to sell ya equipment but you get no
you they never hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is only known as triers

Known as the poetic, political, son
I'm Public Enemy 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 tell you a somethin', man
These brothers around, hard headed

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