Luyện nghe bài hát P.e. 2000

A yo Puff check this out I'm tired of dictating on these
mutherfuckers lets take it to the next on these niggas
you got to bubblin' on em platinum doublin' on em fuck
niggas A yo I bumped into these cat an' they was like
"Yeah what up wit nigga Puff he swear he nice " I said 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 right here
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 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 to have the heart
I've seen em come and i've seen em
If you want beef then why did you start?
Front from the light catch shots dark
suffer duck or you'll catch
on the spot, red make em all believe
ain't nobody the rhymes like these
see I do the things they can't achieve
so don't start an' i'll start pacing
on that you'll be discracing
more hotter the sun,
I'm on the run
because i'm Public number 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 girl or is it the
is it my house? or its all three
I just came up and all against me
now ask yourself, why is he number
now ask yourself, who's done what done
then ask yourself, you're of the long run
you its a game cause you fucked the wrong one
with God and I don't swing solo,
never back when I got a throw dolo
wanna see me out, but I won't go though
pretty young thing have my photo
one in the hangin' on the wall
in rememberance that I them all
got no for those that think small
grill me in the cause they can't ball
shot callers,
hate ballers,
in control now I call orders
it's no fun fleeing the gun,
because they got me Public number one

All you suckers, liars,
at the fires,
wanna infiltrate and my empire
I spit lines, hit rhymes, dimes sweating
giving them the juice thast 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 better say prayers
my to the wise is "Do not cry,"
you that i'm gone then say don't die
I take I find, put a beat to they rhyme
thought it was but I crept from behind,
wanna try to stop me from my mind
almost 2000 and running out of
almost to the when I wanna bust nines
a lot of straight faces, I can trust mine
soldiers in positions, all on the line
don't a move till I give them the sign
known as the poetical, lyrical son
because i'm Public Enemy one

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

(beat fades)