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 that brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya what I'm sayin'? 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 what goes on, what on

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

Cold rap, 49er supreme
Is what I an' I use, I never lose to a team
'Cause I can go solo, like a Tyson
the fly girls wanna have my photo

Run in room and hang it on the wall
In that I rocked 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 placin'
Bets on that? be disgracin'

You an' your mind from a beatin' from my
A time for a crime that I can't
show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Public number one

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

You got no rap but you want to
It's like a boat but you got no paddle
'Cause I pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores but I break all

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

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

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

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

One, one, one
One, one, one

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

So we have us, so you're
Wanna hear it We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. sound
it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

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

On stereo, ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm about vinyl
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got up
Because I'm Enemy number one

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

For all you suckers, liars and amplifiers
Your crossed up wires are always startin'
You grown up criers, now here's a pair of
Get a job your mother, I heard 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 never hire, never on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is only known as triers

as the poetic, political, lyrical 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 them just like that, ya 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'?
Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you down 'em
But yo, Chuck, you gotta let 'em
Who's who in the world of

You gotta let 'em know that is the 80's
An' we can get all the
An' in the backyard we got a fly
An' the way the story goes
That's just the way the story