Luyện nghe bài hát P.e. 2000

A yo Puff check this out I'm tired of dictating on these
mutherfuckers take it to the next millennium 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 that nigga Puff he swear he nice " I yo
he don't he nice he knows he nice.
You Public number one right now fuck that dash spit
hydro-ghetto shit,

(Puffy)
go,
thats that beat here
who should I
throw hand in the air
socialise, get down, let your lead 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 whats mine, you gots to have the
seen em come and i've seen em part
If you want beef then why did you start?
from the light catch shots after dark
suffer duck or you'll these
on the spot, red dots make em all
ain't nobody kicking the like these
see I do the that they can't achieve
so start bassin' an' i'll start pacing
bets on that be discracing
more hotter the sun,
I'm on the run
because i'm Public Enemy one

Chorus (singing with 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 or maybe its all three
I came up and you're all against me
now ask yourself, why is he one?
now ask yourself, who's done he's done
then ask yourself, fifth of the long run
you its a game cause you fucked the wrong one
with God and I don't swing solo,
never down when I got a throw dolo
wanna see me out, but I won't go though
pretty young wanna have my photo
one in the hangin' on the wall
in rememberance that I them all
got no time for those that think
grill me in the club cause can't ball
hate callers,
hate ballers,
back in now I call orders
no fun fleeing under the gun,
because they got me Public number one

All you suckers, liars,
at the fires,
wanna infiltrate and my empire
I lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes sweating
them the juice thast their not gettin'
a bonafide playa, now who got the
a non-stop, rhythm poetry sayer
I'm the saver, the New york mayor
before you try me, you better say your
my to the wise is "Do not cry,"
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 speaking my mind
almost 2000 and running out of
almost to the point when I wanna bust
a lot of straight faces, I can only mine
in positions, all on the front 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, thats right Puff, what i'm talking about love,
sparklin' and on thes mutherfuckers, these niggas talkin'
foul like, talking what you got and what they ain't got,
they wanna you down.

(beat fades)