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 swear he's nice, he knows nice"
Ya know I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him into a 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, right now, kick the for them brothers
An' let them know what 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 I choose an' I use, I never lose to a team
'Cause I can go solo, a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls have my photo

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

this application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110
So start bassin', I'll start placin'
on that? You'll be disgracin'

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

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

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

Written 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 ozone
A battle, Here's a Bible, start your prayer
word to the wise is justified
If they ask you happened, just admit you lied

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

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

One, one, one
One, one, one

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

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us
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' vinyl
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got up
Because I'm Public 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 grown up criers, now a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old

You have no desires, your father tires
You try to sell ya equipment but you get no
It's you they never hire, you're never on
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 them just like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me you a little somethin', man
These runnin' around, hard headed

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

You gotta let 'em know that this is the
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