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

I said, "Yo, the brother swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya know what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a
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, kick the bass for 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 never lose to a
'Cause I can go solo, like a bolo
Make the fly girls have my photo

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

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

You an' your mind from a beatin' from my
A for a crime that I can't find
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 to battle
It's havin' a boat but you got no paddle
I never pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores but I all laws

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

I'm the player, the ozone layer
A battle, Here's a Bible, start your prayer
This word to the 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 messed with the master, 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 they got me, Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

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

So we have us, so okay?
hear it again? We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
Ain't it Chuckie D, 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 talkin' about
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 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, your father fixes
You try to ya equipment but you get no buyers
It's you never hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is only known as triers

Known as the poetic, political, son
I'm Enemy number one

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

Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, what you gotta do
You gotta tell them just like that, ya what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a somethin', man
These brothers runnin' around, hard

They get a little jealous, ya what I'm sayin'?
Just that, ya know, they 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' the way the story goes
just the way the story goes