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 brother don't swear he's nice, he he's nice"
Ya know 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.
we was in the car, on our way to the Shot
Well yo, now, kick the bass for them brothers
An' let them know what 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, for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no

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

Run in their room and 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 application of rhymes like
My rap's red hot, 110
So don't start bassin', I'll start
Bets on that? You'll be

You an' your mind a beatin' from my rhymes
A for a crime that I can't find
show 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 want to
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

while 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, poetry sayer

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

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

You got dissed, all but dismissed
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

Don't you know, 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 okay?
Wanna hear it again? We got a
down, the L.I. circuit sound
Ain't it D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

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

On stereo, never mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm about 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 cheap
Your up wires 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, your father tires
You try to sell ya equipment but you get no
It's you they never hire, you're 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, that's right, Chuck, man, that's you gotta do
You gotta tell them just like that, ya know I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me you a little somethin', man
These brothers runnin' around, hard

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's who in the of beat

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