Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 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, with that brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother swear 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 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, the bass for them brothers
An' let them know goes on, what goes on

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

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

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

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

You an' mind from 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 to battle
It's like havin' a 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 not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer so you can your mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, poetry sayer

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

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

You just got dissed, all but
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, don't you
I got a posse of a force to me up
Watch out, we got never the
Ambush attack, on my back, teamin', get creamed

So we have us, so you're
Wanna hear it 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 the tunes that make us groom
To make all the ladies
But it's also the words our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese

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

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

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

You no desires, your father fixes tires
You try to ya equipment but you get no buyers
It's you they never hire, you're never on
'Cause you an' your is only known as good 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, that's what you do
You tell them just like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a somethin', man
These brothers runnin' around, headed

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

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' that's the way the goes
That's just the way the goes