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' brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup that brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear 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
rapper 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
'Cause I can go solo, a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls wanna have my

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

Take this application of rhymes like
My rap's red hot, 110
So don't start bassin', I'll start
Bets on that? be disgracin'

You an' mind from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a that I can't find
I'll you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
I'm Public Enemy number one

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

You got no rap but you to battle
It's like havin' a but you got no paddle
'Cause I pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores but I break all

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

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

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

You just got dissed, all but
Sucker duck MCs, you get me
It's no fun 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
Watch out, we got never the
Ambush attack, on my back, teamin', get creamed

So we have us, so okay?
Wanna hear it 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 the tunes that make us groom
To make all the swoon
But it's also the words from our direction, a boy session
Kickin' like Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' about
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got up
I'm Public Enemy number one

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

For all you suckers, liars and cheap
crossed up wires are always startin' fires
You grown up criers, now here's a of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I she fixes old dryers

You no desires, your father fixes tires
You try to ya equipment but you get no buyers
you they 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 Enemy 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 that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a somethin', man
These brothers around, hard headed

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