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

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

Now that line 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, right now, kick the bass for them
An' let them know what goes on, what on

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

Cold rap, 49er supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I never lose to a
I can go solo, like a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls have my photo

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

Take application 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' from my
A for a crime 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
like havin' a boat but you got no paddle
'Cause I never pause, I say it
I don't break in stores but I all laws

Written sittin', all fittin', not bitten
Givin' me the that your not gettin'
I'm not a law so you can tell 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 to the wise is justified
If they ask you what happened, just you lied

You got caught a for goin' out of order
An' now you're servin' teams their water
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 got me, Public Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

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

So we us, so you're 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 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 Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, never mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' vinyl
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
Your up wires are always startin' fires
You grown up criers, now a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, father fixes tires
You try to sell ya but you get no buyers
It's you they hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is only 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 them just like 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 little jealous, ya what I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you down '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 we got a fly Mercedes
An' that's the way the goes
That's just the way the goes