Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up to the studio
Ya what 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 don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya know I'm sayin'? 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, 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 rapper shot from the mouth that roared
1, 2, 3, for the count
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 bolo
Make the fly girls wanna have my

Run in their and hang it on the wall
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 rhymes these
My red hot, 110 degrees
So start bassin', I'll start placin'
Bets on that? be disgracin'

You an' your 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 a boat but you got no paddle
'Cause I never pause, I say it
I don't break in stores but I all laws

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

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

You just got a for goin' out of order
An' now servin' football teams their water
You with the master, word to Chuck
An' I'll wax cold tax, sure 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 posse of a force to me up
Watch out, we got never the
attack, on my back, double teamin', get creamed

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

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

On stereo, ever 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, liars and cheap
Your crossed up wires are always startin'
You grown up criers, now here's a pair of
Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old

You have no desires, your father fixes
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 known as good 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, what you gotta do
You gotta tell them just like that, ya know I'm sayin'?
yo, man, let me tell you a little somethin', man
These brothers around, hard headed

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

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 goes
That's just the way the goes