Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up here to the
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 knows nice"
Ya know what I'm So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You him into 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, now, kick the bass for them brothers
An' let them what goes on, what goes on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
Another shot down 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 lose to a team
I can go solo, like a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls wanna have my

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

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

You an' mind from a beatin' 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 but you got no paddle
'Cause I never pause, I say it
I don't break in but I break all laws

Written sittin', all fittin', not bitten
Givin' me the juice that 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 ozone
A battle, what? a Bible, start your prayer
This to the wise is justified
If ask you what 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
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
Ambush attack, on my back, teamin', get creamed

So we us, so you're okay?
hear 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 swoon
But it's the words from our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's connection

On stereo, never mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm about vinyl
said, "Stop, freeze", I got froze up
Because I'm Public Enemy 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 grown up criers, now here's a pair of
Get a job like your mother, I she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, 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

as the poetic, political, lyrical 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 them just like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
yo, man, let me tell you a little somethin', man
These brothers around, hard headed

They get a little jealous, ya what I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, try to bring you down with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you gotta let 'em
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 goes
That's the way the story goes