Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 1

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

I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he's nice, he he's nice"
Ya know what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a
You him into a Public Enemy, man

Now that line 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, the bass for them brothers
An' let them know what on, what goes on

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

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

Run in their and hang it on the wall
In remembrance that I rocked 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 don't start bassin', start placin'
Bets on that? You'll be

You an' your from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a crime I can't find
I'll you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Enemy 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
'Cause I never pause, I say it
I don't in stores but I break all laws

Written while sittin', all fittin', not
Givin' me the juice that your not
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 layer
A battle, what? Here's a Bible, start prayer
This word to the is justified
If ask you what happened, just admit you lied

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

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

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, don't you
I got a posse of a force to me up
Watch out, we got never the
attack, on my back, double 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, an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that us groom
To all the ladies swoon
But it's also the words our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like 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 Public number one

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

For all you suckers, liars and amplifiers
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, your father fixes
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 known as good triers

as the poetic, political, lyrical 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 know what I'm
'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a somethin', man
These brothers runnin' around, hard

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

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