Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up to the studio
Ya know what I'm sayin'? An' brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup that brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

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

Now that 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 for them 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

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

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

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

You an' your mind from a beatin' from my
A for a crime that 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 havin' a boat but you got no paddle
'Cause I pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores but I break all

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

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

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

One, one, one
One, one, one

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

So we have us, so you're
Wanna hear it again? We got a
down, the L.I. circuit sound
Ain't it Chuckie D, an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes make us groom
To make all the swoon
But it's also the words from our direction, a boy session
like Bruce Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, never mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm about vinyl
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got up
I'm Public Enemy number one

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

For all you suckers, and cheap amplifiers
Your up wires are always startin' fires
You grown up criers, now here's a of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old

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

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

You gotta let 'em know that this is the
An' we can get all the
An' in the we got a fly Mercedes
An' that's the way the story
just the way the story goes