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 brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

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

Now remember 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, what on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
Another rapper shot down from the that 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, a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls wanna have my

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

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

You an' your mind from a from my rhymes
A time for a that I can't find
show 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
It's like havin' a boat but you got no
I never pause, I say it because
I break in stores but I break all laws

Written while sittin', all fittin', not
me the juice 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 rhyme player, the layer
A battle, what? a Bible, start your prayer
This word to the wise is
If they ask you happened, just admit you lied

You just got a for goin' out of order
An' now you're servin' football their water
You with the master, word 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
Because they got me, Public number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

you know, don't 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 us, so you're okay?
Wanna hear it We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. sound
Ain't it Chuckie D, an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that us groom
To make all the ladies
But it's also the words from our direction, a gold boy
Kickin' Bruce Lee's Chinese connection

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

You have no desires, your fixes tires
You try to sell ya but you get no buyers
It's you they never hire, 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 I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me you a little somethin', man
These brothers around, hard headed

They get a little jealous, ya know what I'm
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 let 'em know that this is the 80's
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 story