Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy #1

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

I said, "Yo, the don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya know what I'm So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him into a 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, now, kick the bass for them brothers
An' let them what goes 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, down for the
The of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt

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

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

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

You an' your mind from a from my rhymes
A time for a that I can't find
I'll show you my gun, my Uzi 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 havin' a but you got no paddle
'Cause I never pause, I say it
I break in stores but I break all laws

Written sittin', all fittin', not bitten
Givin' me the that your not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer so you can your mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock 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 just got caught a for out of order
An' now you're servin' football their water
You messed with the master, to Chuck
An' I'll wax tax, made sure you got dunked

You just got dissed, all but
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

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

So we have us, so you're
hear 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 make us groom
To make all the ladies
But also the words from our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's connection

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

You have no desires, your father tires
You try to sell ya equipment but you get no
It's you never hire, you're never on flyers
you an' your crew is only known as good triers

Known as the poetic, political, 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 that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
yo, man, let me tell you a little somethin', man
These brothers runnin' around, hard

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