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

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

Now remember that line you was 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 goes on, what goes on

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

rock rap, 49er supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I lose to a team
'Cause I can go solo, like a Tyson
Make the fly girls have my photo

Run in room and hang it on the wall
In remembrance I rocked them all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You rock the kid, so go cut the cheese

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

You an' your mind from a beatin' my rhymes
A time for a that 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 havin' 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 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? a Bible, start your prayer
word 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, word to
An' I'll wax cold tax, 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

you know, don't you know?
I got a of a force to back me up
Watch out, we got the match
Ambush attack, on my back, teamin', get creamed

So we have us, so okay?
Wanna it again? We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. sound
it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

Oh yes, I presume the tunes that make us groom
To make all the ladies
But also the words from our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese

On stereo, never mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm about vinyl
said, "Stop, freeze", I got froze up
Because I'm Public number one

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

For all you suckers, and cheap amplifiers
Your crossed up are always startin' fires
You grown up criers, now here's a pair of
Get a job like your mother, I heard she old dryers

You have no desires, 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 known as good

Known as the poetic, political, son
I'm Public number one

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

Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, that's what you do
You tell them just like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me you a little somethin', man
These brothers around, hard headed

They get a little jealous, ya know what I'm
Just that, ya know, they try to bring you down with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you let 'em know
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 we got a fly Mercedes
An' that's the way the goes
That's just the way the goes