Luyện nghe bài hát P.e. 2000

A yo Puff check this out I'm tired of dictating on these
mutherfuckers lets take it to the next on these niggas
you got to bubblin' on em platinum doublin' on em fuck
these niggas A yo I bumped into these cat an' they was
"Yeah what up wit that nigga he swear he nice " I said yo
he don't swear he nice he he nice.
You Public Enemy number one now fuck that dash spit
that shit,

(Puffy)
go,
thats that beat here
who I fear
your hand in the air
socialise, get down, let your lead the way
cause i'm that enemy you can't see
who you be, you ain't shit to me
It hard for you to get to me
playa, my own dogs, spit fo me
so if you want whats mine, you gots to the heart
I've seen em and i've seen em part
If you ain't want then why did you start?
Front from the catch shots after dark
suffer duck or you'll catch
on the spot, red dots make em all
nobody kicking the rhymes like these
see I do the that they can't achieve
so don't start bassin' an' i'll pacing
on that you'll be discracing
more hotter 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 or is it the Bentley?
is it my house? or its all three
I just came up and all against 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 think its a game cause you fucked the one
always with God and I don't solo,
never back down I got a throw dolo
wanna see me out, but I won't go though
pretty young thing wanna my photo
one in the hangin' on the wall
in rememberance that I rocked all
got no time for that think small
grill me in the club cause they can't
hate callers,
hate ballers,
back in control now I call
no fun fleeing under the gun,
because got me Public Enemy number one

All you suckers, liars,
at the fires,
wanna and break my empire
I spit lines, hit rhymes, dimes sweating
giving them the juice their 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 better say prayers
my to the wise is "Do not cry,"
you know that i'm gone say don't die
I take what I find, put a beat to they
it was over but I crept from behind,
wanna try to stop me speaking my mind
2000 and running out of time
almost to the point when I wanna nines
a lot of straight faces, I can only trust
soldiers in positions, all on the line
don't make a move till I give them the
known as the poetical, lyrical son
because i'm Public number one

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

(beat fades)