Luyện nghe bài hát P.e. 2000

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

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

(singing with 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 all against 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,
never down when I got a throw dolo
wanna see me out, but I won't go though
pretty thing wanna have my photo
one in the room hangin' on the
in rememberance that I them all
got no time for those that think
grill me in the club cause they can't
hate callers,
them ballers,
back in control now I orders
it's no fun fleeing the gun,
because they got me Public Enemy one

All you suckers, liars,
at the fires,
wanna infiltrate and my empire
I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep sweating
giving them the thast their not gettin'
a playa, now who got the flavour
a non-stop, rock poetry sayer
I'm the life saver, the New york
before you try me, you say your prayers
my word to the is "Do not cry,"
you know that i'm gone then say die
I take I find, put a beat to they rhyme
it was over but I crept from behind,
wanna try to stop me speaking my mind
almost and running out of time
almost to the point when I 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 them the
known as the poetical, lyrical son
because i'm Enemy number one

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

(beat fades)