Luyện nghe bài hát PE 2000

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

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

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

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

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

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

on that you'll be disgracing
More than the sun
I'm on the run
Because I'm enemy number one

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 or maybe its all three?
I came up and you're all against me

Now ask yourself, why is he number
Now ask yourself, who's done he's done?
ask yourself, you're fit for the long run?
You think it's a game 'cause you the wrong one

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

One in the hangin' on the wall
In that I rocked 'em all
Got no time for that think small
me in the club 'cause they can't ball

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

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

All you suckers, liars, testifiers
infiltrate and break my empire
I spit lines, hit rhymes, dimes sweating
them the juice that they're not gettin'

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

My word to the is, "Do not cry"
Do you know that I'm gone then say die
I what 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 strange faces, I can only trust

Soldiers in all on the front line
Don't make a move till I give 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, that's I'm talkin' about love
Sparklin' and glistenin' on these
niggas is walkin' around like little bitches
Talkin' about what you got and they ain't got

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

And that's the way the story goes
Fuck you niggas and

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