Luyện nghe bài hát P.e. 2000

A yo Puff check out I'm tired of fuckin' dictating on these
mutherfuckers lets take it to the next millennium on these
you got to keep bubblin' on em platinum on em fuck
these niggas A yo I bumped into these cat an' they was
"Yeah up wit that 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 that spit
hydro-ghetto shit,

(Puffy)
go,
thats beat right here
who should I
throw your 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 shit to me
It ain't for you to get to me
playa, my own dogs, they'll fo me
so if you whats mine, you gots to have the heart
I've seen em come and i've seen em
If you ain't want then why did you start?
from the light catch shots after dark
suffer duck or catch these
on the spot, red make em all believe
nobody kicking the rhymes like these
see I do the things that they can't
so don't bassin' an' i'll start pacing
bets on you'll be discracing
hotter than the sun,
I'm on the run
because i'm Public number one

Chorus (singing with 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 girl or is it the
is it my or maybe its all three
I just came up and you're all me
now ask yourself, why is he number
now ask yourself, who's what he's done
ask yourself, you're fifth of the long run
you its a game cause you fucked the wrong one
always God and I don't swing solo,
never down when I got a throw dolo
wanna see me out, but I just won't go
young thing wanna have my photo
one in the hangin' on the wall
in that I rocked them all
got no time for those that small
grill me in the club cause they ball
shot callers,
hate ballers,
back in control now I orders
no fun fleeing under 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, keep dimes
giving them the juice thast their not
a bonafide playa, now who got the
a non-stop, rhythm poetry sayer
I'm the saver, the New york mayor
before you try me, you say your prayers
my word to the is "Do not cry,"
you know that i'm then say don't die
I take what I find, put a beat to rhyme
thought it was but I crept from behind,
wanna try to stop me speaking my mind
almost and running out of time
almost to the point when I wanna bust
a lot of straight faces, I can only trust
soldiers in positions, all on the front
don't make a move till I give the sign
known as the poetical, lyrical son
i'm Public Enemy number one

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

(beat fades)