Luyện nghe bài hát PE 2000

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

Hey yo, I bumped into these cat an' they was
"Yeah, what up wit that nigga he swear he nice"
I said yo, the brother don't swear he nice, he knows nice
You public number one right now
But fuck there shit, spit 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 hard for you to get to me
Playa, my dogs they'll spit for me
So if you what's mine, you gots to have the heart

I've seen 'em, come and I've 'em part
If you ain't want beef then why did you
Front from the catch shots after dark
Suffer, duck or catch these

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

Bets on you'll be disgracing
More hotter the sun
I'm on the run
Because I'm public enemy one

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

Let me ask you, you got against me?
Is it my or is it the Bentley?
Is it my house or maybe its all
I just came up and all against me

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

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

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

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

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

All you suckers, liars, testifiers
Wanna infiltrate and break my
I lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes sweating
Giving them the juice that not gettin'

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

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

Wanna try to me from speaking my mind
Almost 2000 and out of time
Almost to the when I wanna bust nines
A lot of strange faces, I can only trust

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

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

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

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

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

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