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 on these bitches
You got to keep on 'em
doublin' on 'em, fuck these niggas

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

That's that shit right here, whom I fear
Throw guns in the air
Socialize, get down, let your soul the way
'Cause I'm that enemy that you see

But you wanna be, you shit to me
Playa, it ain't 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

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

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

Bets on that be disgracing
More than 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, what you got 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 what he's done?
ask yourself, you're fit for the long run?
You think it's a 'cause you fucked the wrong one

with God and I don't swing solo
Never back down when I gotta dolo
Wanna see me out, but I just 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 those that small
Grill me in the club 'cause they can't

Hate shot callers, hate ballers
in control, now I call orders
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, testifiers
infiltrate and break my empire
I spit lines, hit rhymes, dimes sweating
Giving them the juice that not gettin'

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

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

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

Soldiers in position all on the front
Don't make a move till I them the sign
as the poetical, lyrical, miracle 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' what you got and what they ain't 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 the way the story goes

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

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