Luyện nghe bài hát PE 2000

Hey yo Puff, this out pa
I'm tired of niggas on a muthafucka
take it to the next millennium on these bitches
You got to keep on 'em
Platinum on 'em, fuck these niggas

Hey yo, I bumped into these cat an' was like
"Yeah, what up wit that nigga Puff he he nice"
I yo, the brother don't swear he nice, he knows he's nice
You public number one right now
But fuck there shit, spit that hydro ghetto, shit

That's that shit here, whom shall I fear
your guns in the air
Socialize, get down, let your lead the way
I'm that enemy that you can't see

But you wanna be, you ain't to me
Playa, it hard for you to get to me
Playa, my dogs they'll spit for me
So if you want what's mine, you gots to the heart

I've seen 'em, come and seen 'em part
If you ain't want beef then why did you
Front the light catch shots after dark
Suffer, duck or you'll catch

On the spot, red dots make 'em all
Ain't nobody kicking the like these
See I do the things that they achieve
So start bassin' 'n' I'll start pacing

Bets on you'll be disgracing
hotter than the sun
I'm on the run
Because I'm enemy number one

One, one, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Let me ask you, you got against me?
Is it my girl or is it the
Is it my house or maybe its all
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
Then ask yourself, you're fit for the run?
You think it's a game 'cause you the wrong one

Always with God and I don't solo
Never back down I gotta throw dolo
see me out, but I just won't go though
Pretty things wanna have my photo

One in the hangin' on the wall
In remembrance I rocked 'em all
Got no for those that think small
Grill me in the club 'cause can't ball

Hate shot callers, hate ballers
Back in control, now I call
It's no fun under the gun
'Cause got me public enemy, number one

One, one, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

All you suckers, liars, court
infiltrate and break my empire
I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes
Giving them the juice that not gettin'

A bona playa, now who got the flavor
A non stop, rhythm rock, poetry
I'm the life saver, the New York
Before you try me, you say your prayers

My word to the is, "Do not cry"
Do you know I'm gone then say don't die
I take I find, put a beat to they rhyme
Thought it was but I crept from behind

try to stop me from speaking my mind
Almost 2000 and out of time
Almost to the when I wanna bust nines
A lot of strange faces, I can trust mine

Soldiers in all on the front line
Don't make a move till I give the sign
Known as the poetical, lyrical, son
Because I'm public number one

One, one, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah yeah, that's right Puff, that's what I'm about love
Sparklin' and glistenin' on these
These niggas is walkin' around little bitches
about what you got and what they ain't got

They got a little jealous and wanna you down
But fuck that, they just mad you got all the ladies
And you pushin' Bentleys, not Mercedes, Bentleys
You know? And that's the way the story goes

And that's the way the story goes
Fuck you niggas and

You think come this far
And let you niggas me now?
that, number one, number one, number one
B I G forever, on