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 sayin'? An' this 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 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 brothers
An' let them know goes on, what goes on

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

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

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

Take this application of like these
My red hot, 110 degrees
So start bassin', I'll start placin'
Bets on You'll be disgracin'

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

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

You got no rap but you want to
like havin' a boat but you got no paddle
'Cause I pause, I say it because
I break in stores but I break all laws

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

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

You got dissed, all but dismissed
Sucker duck MCs, you get me
no fun bein' on the run
Because they got me, Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, 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
hear it again? We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

Oh yes, I it's the tunes that make us groom
To make all the ladies
But it's also the words from our direction, a gold boy
Kickin' 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 Public Enemy one

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

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

You have no desires, father fixes tires
You try to sell ya equipment but you get no
It's you they never hire, you're on flyers
'Cause you an' crew is only known as good triers

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

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

Yeah, right, Chuck, man, that's what you gotta 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, hard

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

You gotta let 'em 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 story