Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo this youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that don't me for whatever reason
You got that don't wanna see me rich
You got niggaz mad cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggaz just don't like me
You know the P.H.D. niggaz
But you know I pop a lot of but I back it up though
see it's a difference a lot of niggaz pop
But a lot of niggaz make hits
But it's this whole Bad Boy shit
we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox,
Rob
If you dance, we dance
One: Mase
Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what do
Got a lot of that'd love to replace you
Tell you to face Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz talk shit, we never that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime
Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Jigalo
Getcha hoe, lick her low, the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly guys gems
Drive with the tints that be percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke
No way, leave without handin me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta understand this shit
Pop like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
Chorus: by Notorious B.I.G.
spoken by Puff
around the world and I I I
And we playa hated [say what?]
I don't know when and I know why
Why they us faded [ahehe]
I don't why they hate us [yeah]
Is it our [uh-huh]
Or I Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!
Verse Two: Daddy
I was in one bedroom, of a million (yeah)
Now I'm in beach houses, to the ceiling (that's right)
I was a gentleman, livin in
Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be (hoo)
Went from Bad to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I cinnamon
Mase you got some well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak begin
How they in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, baby, you don't like the way
it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be
ridiculous, how you put your lips on this
Don't kiss right there I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees a wrist full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the with the cheese

Verse Three: Puff Daddy,
Now Puff rule the world, though I'm young
I make it my biz to see all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all from the tip of my tongue
Lick em places wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)
I die, hope I, remake a flow by
In the brand new on a old try
Never my dry, even when the smoke lie
Eat the mami chochi and a low-ride
We never ride far, packed in a car
Save for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I I'm a star, little kids
all on the scream, 'That's my car!'
It was couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
Come in clubs B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, nuff I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the
w/ slight modifications
line 1, C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, We been playa hated!
line 3, Puff:
4, Puff: Why they want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why they us?
6, Puff: Is it our ladies?
line 7, Say what?
line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ Puff while B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I gotta ask
Why's so much jealousy in the world?
Don't at mine, get yours
(music fades)
Radio Show from B.I.G.'s continued:
OK after messages we'll be back with
the Mad Rapper and his the Mad Producer, after this

OK sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
get you through this
Take a sip of water, breath, that'll do it
And welcome back as you can see (You got the though?)
I'm Jones and I'm sitting in
been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and he's pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone with him
and frankly (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so
Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them why you mad son!
them niggaz why you mad son!
(OK, please, one at a time)
Tell em why you mad son, up, tell em why you mad son!
Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I been
I been, I here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?
I don't, I don't, I don't, I
I don't be recognizin all that new shit
Yo we don't play, we play that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, calm down)
That nigga be on bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do shit, word, yeah
He no real producer neither
And then come to find out
My brother me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the that got me mad!
the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
(It's a family show)
That's the shit that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they rooms and shit
that youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the rain with kids up mountains and shit

I'm I'm I'm watchin this video
(I'm gonna to ask you to refrain from the language)
the car goin two hundred miles an
THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the language)
The climbin out the fuckin car!
(One time)
Let me see you try that on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a train
What kind of shit,
Got a thousand niggaz for him, let ME write for you
Son my is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit...