Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy #1

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

I said, "Yo, the brother swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya know what I'm So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him into a 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 on, what goes on

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

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

Take application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110
So start bassin', I'll start placin'
Bets on that? be disgracin'

You an' your mind from a beatin' my rhymes
A time for a 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 to battle
like havin' a boat but you got no paddle
'Cause I never pause, I say it
I don't break in but I break 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 mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, poetry sayer

I'm the player, the ozone layer
A battle, what? Here's a Bible, start your
This word to the wise is
If they ask you what happened, just you lied

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

You just got dissed, all but
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, don't you
I got a posse of a force to me up
out, we got never the match
Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get

So we us, so you're okay?
Wanna it again? We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
Ain't it Chuckie D, 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 words our direction, a gold boy session
like Bruce Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' about
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, liars and cheap
crossed up wires are always startin' fires
You up criers, now here's a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I heard she old dryers

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

Known as the poetic, political, 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 what I'm
'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a somethin', man
These runnin' around, hard headed

They get a little jealous, ya what I'm sayin'?
Just 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 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 goes
That's the way the story goes