Luyện nghe bài hát P.e. 2000

A yo Puff check this out I'm tired of fuckin' on these
mutherfuckers lets it to the next millennium on these niggas
you got to keep on em platinum 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 swear he nice he he nice.
You Public Enemy number one right now fuck that dash
hydro-ghetto shit,

(Puffy)
go,
thats that right here
who should I
throw your in the air
socialise, get down, let your soouulll the way
cause i'm that enemy that you see
who you wanna be, you shit to me
It ain't for you to get to me
playa, my own dogs, spit fo me
so if you want whats mine, you gots to have the
I've seen em come and i've seen em
If you ain't want beef why did you start?
Front from the light catch shots after
suffer duck or you'll these
on the spot, red make em all believe
nobody kicking the rhymes like these
see I do the things that they achieve
so don't start an' i'll start pacing
bets on you'll be discracing
more hotter the sun,
I'm on the run
i'm Public 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 house? or maybe its all
I just came up and all against me
now ask yourself, why is he one?
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 God and I don't swing solo,
back down when I got a throw dolo
wanna see me out, but I won't go though
pretty young wanna have my photo
one in the room on the wall
in rememberance I rocked them all
got no time for that think small
grill me in the cause they can't ball
shot callers,
hate ballers,
back in control now I call
it's no fun fleeing the gun,
because they got me Enemy number one

All you suckers, liars,
at the fires,
wanna infiltrate and break my
I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep sweating
them the juice thast their not gettin'
a playa, now who got the flavour
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 that i'm then say don't die
I what I find, put a beat to they rhyme
thought it was over but I from behind,
wanna try to stop me from speaking my
2000 and running out of time
almost to the point I wanna bust nines
a lot of straight faces, I can trust mine
in positions, all on the front line
don't make a move till I them the sign
known as the poetical, lyrical son
because i'm Enemy number one

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

(beat fades)