Luyện nghe bài hát P.e. 2000

A yo Puff check this out I'm tired of fuckin' on these
lets take it to the next millennium on these niggas
you got to keep bubblin' on em platinum doublin' on em
these niggas A yo I bumped into these cat an' they was
"Yeah what up wit that Puff he swear he nice " I said yo
he swear he nice he knows he nice.
You Public Enemy number one right now fuck that spit
hydro-ghetto shit,

(Puffy)
go,
thats beat right here
who should I
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 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 seen em part
If you ain't want then why did you start?
Front from the light shots after dark
suffer duck or catch these
on the spot, red dots make em all
ain't nobody the rhymes like these
see I do the things that they achieve
so don't bassin' an' i'll start pacing
on that you'll be discracing
more than the sun,
I'm on the run
because i'm Enemy number one

Chorus (singing beat scratching 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 one?
now ask yourself, who's what he's done
then ask yourself, you're fifth of the run
you think its a game cause you fucked the one
always God and I don't swing solo,
never back down when I got a dolo
wanna see me out, but I just go though
pretty young thing wanna have my
one in the room hangin' on the
in rememberance that I them all
got no time for that think small
grill me in the cause they can't ball
hate callers,
hate ballers,
back in control now I orders
it's no fun fleeing the gun,
because they got me Enemy number one

All you suckers, liars,
at the fires,
wanna infiltrate and my empire
I spit lines, hit rhymes, dimes sweating
giving them the juice thast not gettin'
a bonafide playa, now who got the
a non-stop, rock poetry sayer
I'm the saver, the New york mayor
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 from behind,
try to stop me from speaking my mind
almost and running out of time
almost to the point when I bust nines
a lot of straight faces, I can only trust
soldiers in positions, all on the front
don't make a till I give them the sign
known as the poetical, lyrical son
because i'm Public number one

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

(beat fades)