Luyện nghe bài hát P.e. 2000

A yo Puff this out I'm tired of fuckin' dictating on these
mutherfuckers lets take it to the next millennium on these
you got to keep bubblin' on em doublin' on em fuck
these niggas A yo I bumped these cat an' they was like
"Yeah what up wit that nigga Puff he he nice " I said yo
he swear he nice he knows he nice.
You Enemy number one right now fuck that dash spit
hydro-ghetto shit,

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

Chorus (singing with 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 its all three
I just came up and all against me
now ask yourself, why is he number
now ask yourself, who's what he's done
then ask yourself, you're of the long 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
see me out, but I just won't go though
pretty thing wanna have my photo
one in the room on the wall
in rememberance that I rocked all
got no time for those that think
grill me in the club they can't ball
shot callers,
hate ballers,
back in control now I call
it's no fun under the gun,
because they got me Public number one

All you suckers, liars,
at the fires,
wanna infiltrate and break my
I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes
giving them the juice their not gettin'
a bonafide playa, now who got the
a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry
I'm the life saver, the New york
before you try me, you better say your
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 to they rhyme
thought it was but I crept from behind,
wanna try to stop me speaking my mind
almost 2000 and out of time
almost to the point when I wanna nines
a lot of straight faces, I can only mine
in positions, all on the front line
don't make a move till I give the sign
known as the poetical, miracle son
because i'm Public Enemy one

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

(beat fades)