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, with 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 him into a Public Enemy, man

Now remember that 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, now, kick 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 shot down from the mouth roared
1, 2, 3, for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no

Cold rap, 49er supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I lose to a team
'Cause I can go solo, like a bolo
Make the fly girls wanna my photo

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

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

You an' your from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a crime 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 want to
It's like havin' a boat but you got no
'Cause I never pause, I say it
I don't break in but I break all laws

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

I'm the player, the ozone layer
A battle, what? a Bible, start your prayer
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 with the master, word to
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, Public Enemy one

One, one, one
One, one, one

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

So we have us, so you're
Wanna 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 that make us groom
To make all the swoon
But it's also the words from our direction, a boy session
like Bruce Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' vinyl
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 cheap
Your crossed up wires are always startin'
You grown up criers, now here's a pair of
Get a job like mother, I heard she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, your father tires
You try to ya equipment but you get no buyers
It's you they hire, you're never on flyers
you an' your crew 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 gotta tell them just that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
yo, man, let me tell you a little somethin', man
These brothers runnin' around, headed

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

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 story
That's just the way the story