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 on these niggas
you got to keep bubblin' on em doublin' on em fuck
these A yo I bumped into these cat an' they was like
"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 beat right here
who I fear
throw hand in the air
socialise, get down, let your soouulll the way
cause i'm enemy that you can't see
who you wanna be, you ain't 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 seen em
If you ain't want beef then why did you
Front from the light catch shots after
duck or you'll catch these
on the spot, red dots make em all
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
on that you'll be discracing
more hotter the sun,
I'm on the run
because i'm Public Enemy one

Chorus (singing beat scratching in the background)

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 up and you're all against me
now ask yourself, why is he one?
now ask yourself, who's what he's done
then ask yourself, you're fifth of the run
you think its a game cause you the wrong one
always with God and I don't solo,
never back down I got a throw dolo
see me out, but I just won't go though
pretty young thing have my photo
one in the hangin' on the wall
in that I rocked them all
got no time for those think small
grill me in the club cause they can't
shot callers,
hate ballers,
back in control now I call
it's no fun under the gun,
because they got me Public Enemy one

All you suckers, liars,
at the fires,
wanna infiltrate and break my
I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep sweating
giving them the juice thast not gettin'
a playa, now who got the flavour
a non-stop, rhythm poetry sayer
I'm the life saver, the New york
before you try me, you better say your
my to the wise is "Do not cry,"
you know that i'm gone say don't die
I take I find, put a beat to they rhyme
thought it was 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 faces, I can only trust mine
soldiers in positions, all on the front
don't make a move I give them the sign
as the poetical, lyrical miracle son
because i'm Public Enemy one

Yeah yeah, right Puff, Thats what i'm talking about love,
sparklin' and glisten on mutherfuckers, these niggas talkin'
foul like, talking about what you got and what they got,
wanna bring you down.

(beat fades)