Luyện nghe bài hát P.e. 2000

A yo Puff this 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 niggas A yo I bumped these cat an' they was like
"Yeah what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice " I yo
he don't swear he he knows he nice.
You Public Enemy number one right now fuck that spit
hydro-ghetto shit,

(Puffy)
go,
thats that beat right
who I fear
throw your in the air
socialise, get down, let soouulll lead the way
cause i'm that enemy that you see
who you wanna be, you ain't to me
It ain't for you to get to me
playa, my own dogs, they'll fo me
so if you want mine, you gots to have 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 light shots after dark
duck or you'll catch these
on the spot, red dots em all believe
ain't nobody kicking the rhymes like
see I do the things that they achieve
so start bassin' an' i'll start pacing
on that you'll be discracing
more than the sun,
I'm on the run
because i'm Public 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 house? or its all three
I just came up and you're all me
now ask yourself, why is he one?
now ask yourself, who's done what he's
ask yourself, you're fifth of the long run
you its a game cause you fucked the wrong one
always with God and I don't solo,
never back down I got a throw dolo
wanna see me out, but I just go though
pretty young thing wanna my photo
one in the room on the wall
in rememberance I rocked them all
got no for those that think small
grill me in the club cause they can't
shot callers,
hate ballers,
back in control now I orders
no fun fleeing under the gun,
because they got me Enemy number one

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

Yeah yeah, thats right Puff, Thats i'm talking about love,
and glisten on thes mutherfuckers, these niggas talkin'
foul like, talking about what you got and what ain't got,
wanna bring you down.

(beat fades)