Luyện nghe bài hát PE 2000

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

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

That's that shit right here, whom shall I
Throw your in the air
Socialize, get down, let your lead the way
'Cause I'm that enemy that you see

But you wanna be, you shit to me
Playa, it hard for you to get to me
Playa, my real dogs they'll for me
So if you want what's mine, you gots to the heart

I've seen 'em, come and seen 'em part
If you want beef then why did you start?
Front from the light catch shots after
Suffer, or you'll catch these

On the spot, red dots make 'em all
Ain't kicking the rhymes like these
See I do the things they can't achieve
So start bassin' 'n' I'll start pacing

on that you'll be disgracing
More than the sun
I'm on the run
Because I'm public number one

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

Let me ask you, what you got me?
Is it my or is it the Bentley?
Is it my house or maybe its all
I came up and you're all against me

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

Always with God and I don't swing
Never back down I gotta throw dolo
Wanna see me out, but I just won't go
Pretty young things have my photo

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

Hate shot callers, them ballers
Back in control, now I call
no fun fleeing under the gun
'Cause they got me enemy, number one

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

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

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

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 to they rhyme
it was over but I crept from behind

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

Soldiers in position all on the front
Don't make a move till I them the sign
as the poetical, lyrical, miracle son
Because I'm enemy number one

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

Yeah yeah, that's right Puff, that's what I'm talkin' love
Sparklin' and glistenin' on these
These is walkin' around like little bitches
Talkin' about you got and what they ain't got

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

And just the way the story goes
Fuck you and hoes

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