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

I said, "Yo, the don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya know I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him into a 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, the bass for them brothers
An' let them know goes on, what goes on

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

Cold rock rap, supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I never lose to a
I can go solo, like a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls have my photo

Run in room and hang it on the wall
In remembrance that I them all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You rock the kid, so go cut the cheese

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

You an' your mind from a from my rhymes
A time for a crime I can't find
I'll show you my gun, my Uzi a ton
Because I'm Public Enemy one

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

You got no rap but you to battle
It's like havin' a boat but you got no
'Cause I never pause, I say it
I don't in stores but I break all laws

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

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

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

You got dissed, all but dismissed
Sucker MCs, you get me pissed
no fun bein' on the run
Because they got me, Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

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

So we have us, so you're
hear it again? We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. sound
Ain't it D, myself 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 from our direction, a gold boy
Kickin' like Bruce Chinese connection

On stereo, never mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm about vinyl
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
Your crossed up wires are startin' fires
You up criers, now here's a pair of pliers
Get a job like mother, I heard she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, father fixes tires
You try to ya equipment but you get no buyers
It's you never hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you an' crew is only known as good 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 like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me you a little somethin', man
These brothers runnin' around, headed

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

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 just the way the goes