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 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 into a Enemy, man

Now remember line you was kickin' 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 know goes on, what goes on

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

Cold rock rap, 49er
Is what I choose an' I use, I lose to a team
'Cause I can go solo, a Tyson bolo
the fly girls wanna have my photo

Run in their room and hang it on the
In remembrance I rocked 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'
on that? You'll be disgracin'

You an' your mind from a beatin' from my
A time for a crime that I 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 to battle
It's like havin' a but you got no paddle
'Cause I 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 tell mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock poetry

I'm the rhyme player, the 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 caught a for goin' out of
An' now you're servin' teams their water
You messed with the master, word to
An' I'll wax tax, made 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 number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, don't you
I got a posse of a to back me up
out, we got never the match
Ambush attack, on my back, teamin', get creamed

So we have us, so okay?
Wanna hear it 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 it's the tunes that us groom
To all the ladies swoon
But it's also the words our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's 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 crossed up wires are startin' fires
You grown up criers, now a pair of pliers
Get a job your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, your father fixes
You try to sell ya but you get no buyers
It's you they never hire, you're on flyers
you an' your 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, that's right, Chuck, man, that's you gotta do
You gotta tell them just like that, ya what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a somethin', man
These brothers runnin' around, hard

They get a little jealous, ya know I'm sayin'?
Just that, ya know, they try to bring you down with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you let 'em know
who in the world of beat

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
just the way the story goes