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 An' this brother 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 he's nice"
Ya know I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him into a Enemy, man

Now remember that line you was 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 bass for them
An' let them what goes on, what goes on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
Another rapper shot down from the 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 girls have my photo

Run in their room and it on the wall
In that I rocked them all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You rock the kid, so go cut the cheese

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

You an' your from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a crime that I 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 like havin' a but you got no paddle
I never pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores but I all laws

while sittin', all fittin', not bitten
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 player, the ozone layer
A battle, what? a Bible, start your prayer
word to the wise is justified
If they ask you what happened, just admit you

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

You just got dissed, all but
Sucker MCs, you get me pissed
It's no fun on the run
Because got me, Public Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, you know?
I got a of a force to back me up
Watch out, we got 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
Ain't it D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that us groom
To make all the swoon
But it's also the words from our direction, a gold boy
like Bruce Lee's Chinese 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 here's a of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I heard she old dryers

You no desires, your father 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' crew is only 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, that's you gotta do
You gotta tell them 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 jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you gotta let 'em
Who's who in the of beat

You gotta let 'em know that this is the
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 goes