Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy #1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up to the studio
Ya know what I'm sayin'? An' this brother me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup with brother Chuckie D? He swear 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 a Public Enemy, man

Now remember line you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A.
While we was in the car, on our way to the
yo, right now, kick the bass for them brothers
An' let them know what goes on, goes on

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

Cold rap, 49er supreme
Is what I an' I use, I never lose to a team
I can go solo, like 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 red hot, 110 degrees
So don't bassin', I'll start placin'
on that? You'll be disgracin'

You an' your mind from a beatin' from my
A time for a crime I can't find
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 to battle
It's like a boat but you got no paddle
I never pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores but I break all

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

I'm the player, the ozone layer
A battle, what? Here's a Bible, your prayer
This word to the is justified
If they ask you happened, just 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, to Chuck
An' I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got

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

One, one, one
One, one, one

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

So we have us, so you're
Wanna it again? We got a force
down, the L.I. circuit sound
Ain't it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ

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 gold boy
Kickin' Bruce Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, never 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 amplifiers
crossed up wires are always startin' fires
You up criers, now here's a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old

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

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

You gotta let 'em know this is the 80's
An' we can get all the
An' in the we got a fly Mercedes
An' that's the way the goes
That's just the way the story