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 millennium on these niggas
you got to keep on em platinum doublin' on em fuck
these niggas A yo I bumped into cat an' they was like
"Yeah what up wit nigga Puff he swear he nice " I said yo
he don't he nice he knows he nice.
You Public Enemy number one right now fuck dash spit
hydro-ghetto shit,

(Puffy)
go,
thats that beat here
who should I
your hand in the air
socialise, get down, let soouulll lead the way
cause i'm that enemy that you see
who you be, you ain't shit to me
It hard 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 then why did you start?
Front from the light catch after dark
duck or you'll catch these
on the spot, red make em all believe
ain't nobody the rhymes like these
see I do the things that can't achieve
so don't start bassin' an' i'll start
bets on you'll be discracing
more hotter the sun,
I'm on the run
because i'm Enemy number one

(singing with 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 house? or maybe its all
I came up and you're all against me
now ask yourself, why is he one?
now ask yourself, who's done what he's
then ask yourself, you're of the long run
you think its a cause you fucked the wrong one
with God and I don't swing solo,
never back down I got a throw dolo
see me out, but I just won't go though
pretty young wanna have my photo
one in the room hangin' on the
in rememberance that I them all
got no time for those that small
grill me in the cause they can't ball
shot callers,
hate ballers,
back in control now I orders
it's no fun under the gun,
because they got me Enemy number one

All you suckers, liars,
at the fires,
wanna infiltrate and my empire
I lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes sweating
giving them the juice thast 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 say your prayers
my word to the 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 but I crept from behind,
try to stop me from speaking my mind
almost and running out of time
almost to the point when I wanna 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
as the poetical, lyrical miracle son
because i'm Public number one

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

(beat fades)