Luyện nghe bài hát P.e. 2000

A yo Puff check out I'm tired of fuckin' dictating on these
mutherfuckers lets it to the next millennium on these niggas
you got to keep on em platinum doublin' on em fuck
these A yo I bumped into these cat an' they was like
"Yeah what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he " I said yo
he don't he nice he knows he nice.
You Public Enemy number one right now fuck that dash
hydro-ghetto shit,

(Puffy)
go,
thats beat right here
who I fear
throw your in the air
socialise, get down, let your lead the way
cause i'm that that you can't see
who you wanna be, you ain't to me
It hard for you to get to me
playa, my own dogs, they'll fo me
so if you want whats mine, you gots to the heart
I've seen em come and i've em part
If you ain't want beef then why did you
Front from the catch shots after dark
suffer duck or you'll catch
on the spot, red dots em all believe
nobody kicking the rhymes like these
see I do the things that they can't
so don't start bassin' an' i'll pacing
bets on that be discracing
hotter than the sun,
I'm on the run
i'm Public Enemy number one

Chorus (singing with beat in the background)

one, one, one one,
one, one, one
one, one, one

let me ask you, what you got me?
is it my or is it the Bentley?
is it my or maybe its all three
I just up and you're all against me
now ask yourself, why is he number
now ask yourself, who's done he's done
then ask yourself, you're fifth of the run
you its a game cause you fucked the wrong one
always with God and I don't solo,
never back when I got a throw dolo
see me out, but I just won't go though
pretty young wanna have my photo
one in the room hangin' on the
in rememberance I rocked them all
got no for those that think small
grill me in the cause they can't ball
hate callers,
hate ballers,
back in now I call orders
it's no fun fleeing the gun,
because they got me Public number one

All you suckers, liars,
at the fires,
wanna and break my empire
I spit lines, hit rhymes, dimes sweating
giving them the thast their not gettin'
a bonafide playa, now who got the
a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry
I'm the life saver, the New york
before you try me, you better say your
my to the wise is "Do not cry,"
you know i'm gone then say don't die
I what I find, put a beat to they rhyme
thought it was over but I crept behind,
try to stop me from speaking my mind
almost 2000 and out of time
almost to the point when I wanna nines
a lot of straight faces, I can trust mine
in positions, all on the front line
don't make a move till I give the sign
known as the poetical, lyrical son
because i'm Enemy number one

Yeah yeah, thats right Puff, what i'm talking about love,
sparklin' and glisten on thes mutherfuckers, niggas talkin'
foul like, talking about what you got and what they got,
they bring you down.

(beat fades)