Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 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 with that brother Chuckie D? He he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya know what I'm So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him 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, right now, kick the bass for brothers
An' let them know what goes on, what on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
Another rapper 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 what I choose an' I use, I never lose to a
'Cause I can go solo, like a bolo
Make the fly girls have my photo

Run in their room and hang it on the
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 start bassin', I'll start
Bets on You'll be disgracin'

You an' your mind a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a crime that I can't
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 like havin' a but you got no paddle
'Cause I pause, I say it because
I break 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 tell your
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 they ask you what happened, admit you lied

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

You just got dissed, all but
Sucker MCs, you get me pissed
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
Watch out, we got never the
Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get

So we have us, so you're
Wanna hear it again? We got a
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
Ain't it Chuckie D, an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

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

On stereo, ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' 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, and cheap amplifiers
Your crossed up are always startin' fires
You up criers, now here's a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old

You have no desires, your father tires
You try to sell ya equipment but you get no
you they never hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you an' 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, that's right, Chuck, man, that's you gotta do
You gotta them just like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a somethin', man
These runnin' around, hard headed

They get a jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you down 'em
But yo, Chuck, you gotta let 'em
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 backyard we got a fly
An' that's the way the goes
just the way the story goes