Luyện nghe bài hát P.e. 2000

A yo check this out I'm tired of fuckin' dictating on these
mutherfuckers take it to the next millennium on these niggas
you got to bubblin' on em platinum doublin' on em fuck
these niggas A yo I bumped these cat an' they was like
"Yeah what up wit that nigga he swear he nice " I said yo
he don't he nice he knows he nice.
You Public Enemy 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 soouulll lead the way
cause i'm that enemy you can't 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 want mine, you gots to have the heart
I've em come and i've seen em part
If you want beef then why did you start?
Front from the light catch shots dark
suffer duck or catch these
on the spot, red dots make em all
ain't kicking the rhymes like these
see I do the things that can't achieve
so don't start bassin' an' i'll pacing
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, you got against me?
is it my girl or is it the
is it my house? or maybe its all
I just up and you're all against me
now ask yourself, why is he number
now ask yourself, who's done he's done
then ask yourself, fifth of the long run
you think its a game you fucked the wrong one
always with God and I don't solo,
back down when I got a throw dolo
wanna see me out, but I just go though
pretty young wanna have my photo
one in the room on the wall
in rememberance I rocked them all
got no time for that think small
grill me in the club cause they ball
shot callers,
hate ballers,
back in control now I call
it's no fun fleeing the gun,
they got me Public Enemy number one

All you suckers, liars,
at the fires,
wanna infiltrate and my empire
I spit lines, hit rhymes, dimes sweating
them the juice thast their not gettin'
a playa, now who got the flavour
a non-stop, rock poetry sayer
I'm the saver, the New york mayor
you try me, you better say your prayers
my to the wise is "Do not cry,"
you know that i'm gone say don't die
I take what I find, put a beat to they
thought it was over but I from behind,
wanna try to stop me speaking my mind
almost and running out of time
to the point when I wanna bust nines
a lot of straight faces, I can only trust
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 number one

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

(beat fades)