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 that brother Chuckie D? He he nice"

I said, "Yo, the don't 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 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, now, kick the bass for them brothers
An' let them know what goes on, what on

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

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

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

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' mind 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 Public Enemy one

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

You got no rap but you to battle
It's like havin' a boat but you got no
I never pause, I say it because
I don't in stores but I break all laws

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

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

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

You just got dissed, all but
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, don't you
I got a of a force to back me up
Watch out, we got the match
attack, on my back, double teamin', get creamed

So we us, so you're okay?
Wanna hear it again? We got a
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
it Chuckie D, myself 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 words our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' Bruce Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' about
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 crossed up wires are always startin'
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, father fixes tires
You try to ya equipment but you get no buyers
It's you never hire, you're never on flyers
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, right, Chuck, man, that's 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 runnin' around, hard

get a little jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you down 'em
But yo, Chuck, you let 'em know
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' the way the story goes
That's the way the story goes