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 these
You got to bubblin' on 'em
Platinum on 'em, fuck these niggas

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

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 hard for you to get to me
Playa, my dogs they'll spit for me
So if you want what's mine, you gots to have the

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

On the spot, red dots make 'em all
Ain't nobody the rhymes like these
See I do the that they can't 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 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 up and you're all against me

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

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

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

Hate shot callers, hate ballers
Back in control, now I call
no fun fleeing under the gun
'Cause they got me 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, rhythm rock, sayer
I'm the saver, the New York mayor
Before you try me, you better say prayers

My to the wise is, "Do not cry"
Do you know that I'm gone then say die
I what I find, put a beat to they rhyme
it was over but I crept from behind

Wanna try to stop me from speaking my
Almost and running out of time
Almost to the when I wanna bust nines
A lot of faces, I can only trust mine

Soldiers in position all on the front
Don't make a move till I give them the
as the poetical, lyrical, miracle son
Because I'm enemy number one

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

Yeah yeah, that's right Puff, that's what I'm about love
Sparklin' and glistenin' on motherfuckers
These niggas is walkin' around like bitches
Talkin' about what you got and what they got

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

And that's just the way the story
you niggas and hoes

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