Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy #1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up here to the
Ya know what I'm sayin'? An' this brother me an' ask me
"Yo, with 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 what I'm So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him 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 them
An' let them know what goes on, what on

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

Cold rock rap, supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I lose to a team
'Cause I can go solo, like a Tyson
the fly girls wanna have my photo

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

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

You an' your mind from a beatin' my rhymes
A for a crime that I can't find
I'll you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Enemy number one

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

You got no rap but you want to
like havin' a boat but you got no paddle
'Cause I pause, I say it because
I don't 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 so you can tell 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 your
This word to the is justified
If they ask you what happened, just you lied

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

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

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, don't you
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?
hear it again? We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
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 ladies
But it's also the words from our direction, a boy session
like Bruce Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, never mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' about
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, and cheap amplifiers
crossed up wires are always startin' fires
You grown up criers, now a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I heard she old dryers

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

Known as the poetic, political, son
I'm Public number one

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

Yeah, right, Chuck, man, that's what you gotta do
You gotta tell them just like that, ya know what I'm
yo, man, let me tell 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 you down with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you gotta let 'em
Who's who in the world of

You gotta let 'em that this is the 80's
An' we can get all the
An' in the we got a fly Mercedes
An' that's the way the story
That's just the way the goes