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 An' this brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup with that brother Chuckie D? He he nice"

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

Now remember that line you was 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 on, what goes on

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

Cold rap, 49er 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 of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110
So start bassin', I'll start placin'
Bets on You'll be disgracin'

You an' mind 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 want to
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

Written while sittin', all fittin', not
Givin' me the juice that not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell your
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, poetry sayer

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

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

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

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, don't you
I got a of a force to back me up
Watch out, we got the match
attack, on my back, double teamin', get creamed

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, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ

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

On stereo, ever 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
crossed up wires are always startin' fires
You grown up criers, now here's a of pliers
Get a job your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, your father 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 Public Enemy 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
'Cause yo, man, let me you a little somethin', man
These runnin' around, hard headed

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