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 bubblin' on em platinum on em fuck
these A yo I bumped into these cat an' they was like
"Yeah up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice " I said yo
he swear he nice he knows he nice.
You Public Enemy one right now fuck that dash spit
that shit,

(Puffy)
go,
thats that beat here
who should I
throw your in the air
socialise, get down, let your soouulll the way
i'm that enemy 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 to have the heart
I've seen em come and i've em part
If you ain't want beef why did you start?
Front from the light shots after dark
duck or you'll 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 don't start bassin' an' start pacing
bets on that be discracing
more than the sun,
I'm on the run
because i'm 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 maybe its all
I just came up and you're all 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 think its a cause you fucked the wrong one
always with God and I swing solo,
never back down when I got a throw
wanna see me out, but I just go though
pretty young wanna have my photo
one in the room on the wall
in rememberance that I them all
got no time for that think small
grill me in the club cause they can't
shot callers,
hate ballers,
in control 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 infiltrate and break my
I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep sweating
giving them the juice their not gettin'
a playa, now who got the flavour
a non-stop, rock poetry sayer
I'm the saver, the New york mayor
you try me, you better say your prayers
my word to the is "Do not cry,"
you know that i'm gone say don't die
I take what I find, put a to they rhyme
thought it was over but I from behind,
wanna try to stop me from my mind
almost 2000 and running out of
almost to the when I wanna bust 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 the sign
known as the poetical, miracle son
because i'm Enemy number one

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

(beat fades)