Luyện nghe bài hát P.e. 2000

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

(Puffy)
go,
thats that beat right
who I fear
your hand in the air
socialise, get down, let soouulll lead the way
cause i'm that that you can't see
who you wanna be, you shit to me
It hard for you to get to me
playa, my own dogs, spit fo me
so if you want whats mine, you to have the heart
I've seen em come and i've em part
If you ain't want then why did you start?
Front from the light catch shots dark
suffer duck or catch these
on the spot, red make em all believe
ain't nobody kicking the rhymes like
see I do the that they can't achieve
so start bassin' an' i'll start pacing
bets on that be discracing
more 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, you got against 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 number
now ask yourself, who's what he's done
ask yourself, you're fifth of the long run
you think its a game you fucked the wrong one
always with God and I don't solo,
never back down I got a throw dolo
see me out, but I just won't go though
pretty young thing have my photo
one in the room on the wall
in rememberance that I them all
got no time for that think small
me in the club cause they can't ball
hate callers,
hate ballers,
back in control now I orders
it's no fun under the gun,
because they got me Public number one

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

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

(beat fades)