Luyện nghe bài hát P.e. 2000

A yo Puff this out I'm tired of fuckin' dictating on these
mutherfuckers lets take it to the next millennium on niggas
you got to keep bubblin' on em platinum doublin' on em
these niggas A yo I bumped into these cat an' was like
"Yeah what up wit that Puff he swear he nice " I said yo
he don't swear he nice he he nice.
You Public number one right now fuck that dash spit
that shit,

(Puffy)
go,
thats that beat right
who I fear
throw your in the air
socialise, get down, let soouulll lead the way
cause i'm that enemy that you see
who you wanna be, you ain't to me
It ain't for you to get to me
playa, my own dogs, they'll fo me
so if you whats mine, you gots to have the heart
I've seen em come and i've em part
If you ain't want beef why did you start?
Front from the light catch shots dark
suffer duck or you'll these
on the spot, red dots make em all
nobody kicking the rhymes like these
see I do the things that can't achieve
so don't bassin' an' i'll start pacing
on that you'll be discracing
more hotter the sun,
I'm on the run
i'm Public Enemy number one

Chorus (singing beat scratching in the background)

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 or maybe its all three
I just came up and you're all me
now ask yourself, why is he one?
now ask yourself, who's done what he's
ask yourself, you're fifth of the long run
you think its a cause you fucked the wrong one
always with God and I swing solo,
back down when I got a throw dolo
wanna see me out, but I just go though
pretty young thing have my photo
one in the room hangin' on the
in that I rocked them all
got no time for those that small
grill me in the cause they can't ball
shot callers,
hate ballers,
back in control now I orders
it's no fun under the gun,
because they got me Public Enemy one

All you suckers, liars,
at the fires,
wanna and break my empire
I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes
them the juice thast their not gettin'
a playa, now who got the flavour
a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry
I'm the saver, the New york mayor
before you try me, you better say prayers
my word to the is "Do not cry,"
you know that i'm gone say don't die
I take what I find, put a to they rhyme
thought it was but I crept from behind,
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 straight faces, I can trust mine
soldiers in positions, all on the front
don't make a move till I give the sign
as the poetical, lyrical miracle son
because i'm Public Enemy one

Yeah yeah, thats right Puff, Thats what i'm about love,
sparklin' and glisten on thes mutherfuckers, niggas talkin'
foul like, talking about what you got and what ain't got,
wanna bring you down.

(beat fades)