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

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

Now remember 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 brothers
An' let them what goes 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, down for the
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no

Cold rock rap, supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I lose to a team
'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 rock the kid, so go cut the

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

You an' your mind from a beatin' my rhymes
A time for a crime that I find
I'll 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 like havin' a but you got no paddle
'Cause I pause, I say it because
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 so you can tell your mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, poetry sayer

I'm the rhyme player, the layer
A battle, what? a Bible, start your prayer
This to the wise is justified
If they ask you what happened, just admit you

You just got a for goin' out of order
An' now you're servin' football their water
You messed with the master, to Chuck
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
they got me, Public Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, don't you
I got a posse of a to back me up
Watch out, we got the match
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 D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes make us groom
To make all the swoon
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 talkin' 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, liars and cheap
Your crossed up wires are startin' fires
You grown up criers, now here's a of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I heard she old dryers

You have no desires, your fixes 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

as the poetic, political, lyrical son
I'm Public Enemy one

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

Yeah, right, Chuck, man, that's what you gotta do
You tell them just like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me you a little somethin', man
brothers runnin' 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 let 'em know that this is the 80's
An' we can get all the
An' in the we got a fly Mercedes
An' that's the way the story
just the way the story goes