Luyện nghe bài hát PE 2000

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

Hey yo, I bumped into cat an' they was like
"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 one right now
But fuck that there shit, spit that ghetto, shit

that shit right here, whom shall I fear
Throw your in the air
Socialize, get down, let your soul the way
'Cause I'm that that 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 they'll spit for me
So if you what's mine, you gots to have the heart

I've seen 'em, and I've seen 'em part
If you want beef then why did you start?
from the light catch shots after dark
Suffer, or you'll catch these

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

Bets on that you'll be
hotter 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, what you got me?
Is it my girl or is it the
Is it my house or maybe its all
I just came up and all against me

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

Always with God and I swing solo
back down when I gotta throw dolo
Wanna see me out, but I won't go though
Pretty young wanna have my photo

One in the room on the wall
In that I rocked 'em all
Got no time for 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 under the gun
they got me public enemy, number one

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

All you suckers, liars, court
infiltrate and break my empire
I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep sweating
them the juice that they're 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 better say prayers

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

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

Soldiers in position all on the line
make 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 these
These niggas is walkin' like little bitches
Talkin' what you got and what they ain't got

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

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

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