Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy #1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up to the studio
Ya know I'm sayin'? An' this brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup with brother Chuckie 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 a Public Enemy, man

Now that line you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A.
we was in the car, on our way to the Shot
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
Another shot down from the mouth that roared
1, 2, 3, for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no

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

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

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

You an' your mind a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a crime that I find
I'll 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 boat but you got no
'Cause I never pause, I say it
I don't break in but I break all laws

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, rock poetry

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

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

You just got dissed, all but
Sucker duck MCs, you get me
no fun bein' 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 to back me up
out, we got never the match
Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get

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, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ

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

On stereo, ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' 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 up wires are always 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, your father tires
You try to sell ya equipment but you get no
It's you they never hire, you're never on
you an' your 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, that's right, Chuck, man, that's what you do
You gotta tell them just that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
yo, man, let me tell you a little somethin', man
These runnin' around, hard headed

get a little 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's who in the of beat

You let 'em know that 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 story
That's just the way the story