Luyện nghe bài hát PE 2000

Hey yo Puff, check out pa
I'm tired of hating on a muthafucka
Let's take it to the next on these bitches
You got to bubblin' on 'em
Platinum doublin' on 'em, these niggas

Hey yo, I into these cat an' they was like
"Yeah, what up wit nigga Puff he swear he nice"
I said yo, the brother don't swear he nice, he knows he's
You public number one right now
But fuck that there shit, spit that ghetto, shit

That's that shit right here, shall I fear
your guns in the air
Socialize, get down, let soul lead the way
'Cause I'm that enemy you can't see

But you wanna be, you ain't to me
Playa, it hard for you to get to me
Playa, my real dogs they'll for me
So if you what's mine, you gots to have the heart

I've 'em, come and I've seen 'em part
If you ain't want beef then why did you
Front from the light catch shots after
Suffer, or you'll catch 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 don't start bassin' 'n' start pacing

Bets on you'll be disgracing
More hotter the sun
I'm on the run
Because I'm enemy number one

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 you're all me

Now ask yourself, why is he number
Now ask yourself, done what he's done?
Then ask yourself, you're fit for the run?
You think it's a 'cause you fucked the wrong one

with God and I don't swing solo
Never down when I gotta throw dolo
see me out, but I just won't go though
Pretty young things wanna have my

One in the room hangin' on the
In that I rocked 'em all
Got no time for those think small
Grill me in the club they can't ball

shot callers, hate them ballers
Back in control, now I orders
It's no fun under the gun
'Cause they got me public enemy, one

One, one, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

All you suckers, liars, testifiers
Wanna infiltrate and break my
I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes
Giving them the juice that not gettin'

A bona fide playa, now who got the
A non stop, rock, poetry sayer
I'm the saver, the New York mayor
Before you try me, you better say your

My word to the is, "Do not cry"
Do you that I'm gone then say don't die
I take what I find, put a beat to rhyme
Thought it was over but I crept behind

Wanna try to stop me from speaking my
Almost 2000 and running out of
to the point when I wanna bust nines
A lot of strange faces, I can only trust

Soldiers in all on the front line
Don't make a move till I give them the
Known as the poetical, lyrical, son
Because I'm public number one

One, one, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah yeah, right Puff, that's what I'm talkin' about love
and glistenin' on these motherfuckers
These niggas is walkin' around little bitches
Talkin' about what you got and what they got

They got a jealous and wanna bring you down
But fuck that, they mad 'cause you got all the ladies
And you them Bentleys, not Mercedes, Bentleys
You know? And just the way the story goes

And just the way the story goes
you niggas and hoes

You think I'ma come far
And let you niggas me now?
Picture that, one, number one, number one
B I G forever, on