Luyện nghe bài hát PE 2000

Hey yo Puff, this out pa
I'm of niggas hating on a muthafucka
Let's take it to the next millennium on bitches
You got to keep on 'em
Platinum doublin' on 'em, these niggas

Hey yo, I bumped these cat an' they was like
"Yeah, what up wit that Puff he swear he nice"
I said yo, the brother don't swear he nice, he knows he's
You public enemy one right now
But fuck that there shit, that hydro ghetto, shit

That's that shit here, whom shall I fear
your guns in the air
Socialize, get down, let your soul the way
'Cause I'm that enemy you can't see

But you wanna be, you shit to me
Playa, it ain't for you to get to me
Playa, my real dogs spit for me
So if you want what's mine, you to have the heart

I've seen 'em, and I've seen 'em part
If you ain't beef then why did you start?
Front from the light catch after dark
Suffer, duck or you'll catch

On the spot, red dots 'em all believe
Ain't nobody kicking the rhymes these
See I do the things that they achieve
So start bassin' 'n' I'll start pacing

Bets on that be disgracing
More hotter the sun
I'm on the run
Because I'm public number one

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 one?
Now ask yourself, done what he's done?
Then ask yourself, you're fit for the long
You think it's a 'cause you fucked the wrong one

Always with God and I swing solo
Never back down when I throw dolo
Wanna see me out, but I just won't go
Pretty young things wanna have my

One in the room hangin' on the
In that I rocked 'em all
Got no for those that think small
Grill me in the club 'cause they ball

Hate callers, hate them ballers
Back in control, now I call
It's no fun fleeing the gun
they got me public enemy, number one

One, one, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

All you suckers, liars, court
Wanna infiltrate and break my
I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes
Giving them the juice they're not gettin'

A bona fide playa, now who got the
A non stop, rock, poetry sayer
I'm the saver, the New York mayor
Before you try me, you better say prayers

My word to the is, "Do not cry"
Do you know that I'm then 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 from my mind
Almost 2000 and out of time
Almost to the point when I wanna nines
A lot of strange faces, I can only mine

Soldiers in position all on the line
Don't a move till I give them the sign
Known as the poetical, lyrical, son
Because I'm public enemy one

One, one, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah yeah, that's right Puff, what I'm talkin' about love
Sparklin' and glistenin' on motherfuckers
These niggas is walkin' like little bitches
Talkin' about what you got and they ain't got

They got a little jealous and wanna you down
But fuck that, they just mad you got all the ladies
And you pushin' them Bentleys, not Mercedes,
You know? And that's just the way the goes

And just the way the story goes
Fuck you and hoes

You think I'ma come far
And let you stop me now?
Picture that, one, number one, number one
B I G forever, on