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 on these niggas
you got to keep bubblin' on em platinum doublin' on em
these niggas A yo I into these cat an' they was like
"Yeah what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he " I said yo
he don't swear he nice he he nice.
You Enemy number one right now fuck that dash spit
that shit,

(Puffy)
go,
thats beat right here
who I fear
throw your in the air
socialise, get down, let your soouulll the way
i'm that enemy that you can't see
who you be, you ain't shit to me
It hard for you to get to me
playa, my own dogs, they'll fo me
so if you want whats mine, you gots to the heart
I've seen em come and i've em part
If you want beef then why did you start?
Front from the light catch shots after
suffer or you'll catch these
on the spot, red dots em all believe
ain't nobody kicking the rhymes like
see I do the things they can't achieve
so don't start bassin' an' i'll start
bets on that be discracing
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, what you got me?
is it my or is it the Bentley?
is it my house? or its all three
I just came up and you're all me
now ask yourself, why is he one?
now ask yourself, done what he's done
then ask yourself, you're fifth of the run
you think its a cause you fucked the wrong one
always God and I don't swing solo,
never back down I got a throw dolo
wanna see me out, but I just go though
pretty thing wanna have my photo
one in the hangin' on the wall
in that I rocked them all
got no time for those think small
grill me in the club cause can't ball
hate callers,
them ballers,
back in control now I orders
no fun fleeing under the gun,
because they got me Public number one

All you suckers, liars,
at the fires,
wanna infiltrate and break my
I lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes sweating
giving them the thast their not gettin'
a playa, now who got the flavour
a non-stop, rhythm poetry sayer
I'm the saver, the New york mayor
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
thought it was over but I crept behind,
wanna try to stop me from my mind
2000 and running out of time
almost to the point when I wanna nines
a lot of straight faces, I can only trust
in positions, all on the front line
don't a move till I give them the sign
as the poetical, lyrical miracle son
because i'm Enemy number one

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

(beat fades)