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 into these cat an' was like
"Yeah what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he " I said yo
he don't swear he he knows he nice.
You Public Enemy number one right now that dash spit
that shit,

(Puffy)
go,
thats that beat right
who I fear
your hand in the air
socialise, get down, let your soouulll the way
cause i'm that that you can't see
who you wanna be, you ain't 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 have the
I've seen em come and seen em part
If you ain't want beef then why did you
Front from the light shots after dark
suffer duck or you'll catch
on the spot, red dots em all believe
ain't nobody kicking the like these
see I do the things that can't achieve
so don't bassin' an' i'll start pacing
bets on that you'll be
hotter than the sun,
I'm on the run
because i'm 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 or is it the Bentley?
is it my house? or maybe its all
I just came up and you're all me
now ask yourself, why is he one?
now ask yourself, who's done what he's
then ask yourself, fifth of the long run
you think its a game cause you the wrong one
with God and I don't swing solo,
never back down when I got a dolo
wanna see me out, but I just won't go
pretty thing wanna have my photo
one in the room on the wall
in rememberance that I rocked all
got no time for that think small
grill me in the club cause they can't
hate callers,
hate ballers,
in control now I call orders
it's no fun fleeing the gun,
because they got me Public Enemy one

All you suckers, liars,
at the fires,
wanna and break my empire
I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep sweating
giving them the juice their not gettin'
a playa, now who got the flavour
a non-stop, rock 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 beat to they
it was over but I crept from behind,
wanna try to me from speaking my mind
almost and running out of time
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 make a move till I give them the
as the poetical, lyrical miracle son
because i'm Enemy number one

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

(beat fades)