Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo Mase youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that don't like me for reason
You got niggaz that wanna see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggaz that just don't 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 pop shit
But a lot of niggaz make hits
But it's like whole Bad Boy shit
we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox,
Rob
If you wanna dance, we
Verse One:
Now trick what? Lace who? That what Mase do
Got a lot of that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not your back
Niggaz shit, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a stack
Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind
Niggaz know, we go the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly with gems
Drive with the tints that be thirty-five
Hoes I lay so I look both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, nigga without handin me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
outta pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a (uhh, uhh)
sung by Notorious B.I.G.
spoken words by
around the world and I I I
And we been playa hated [say
I know when and I don't know why
Why they want us faded
I know why they hate us [yeah]
Is it our [uh-huh]
Or I drive [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!
Verse Two: Puff
I was in one bedroom, of a million (yeah)
Now I'm in houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right)
I was a gentleman, in tenements
Now I'm swimmin in, all the that be tens (hoo)
Went Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I cinnamon
Mase you got hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak begin
How they came in a (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, c'mere baby, you like the way
hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put lips on this
kiss right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees with a wrist of G's
please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

Verse Three: Puff Daddy,
Now Puff the world, even though I'm young
I it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all strung from the tip of my
Lick em places niggaz wouldn't dare put they (c'mon)
Before I die, hope I, remake a by
In the new treasure on a old try
Never my dry, even when the smoke lie
Eat the mami and drive a low-ride
We ride far, packed five in a car
Save money for the drinks, I'm to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little
all on the scream, 'That's my car!'
It was couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, nuff money I
the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toll
Chorus w/ modifications
line 1, C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, We been playa hated!
3, Puff: Why?
line 4, Puff: Why they us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why hate us?
6, Puff: Is it our ladies?
line 7, Say what?
8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ talking while B.I.G. sings
You know, I gotta ask myself
Why's so much jealousy in the world?
Don't look at mine, get
(music fades)
Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album
OK after these messages we'll be 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 back as you can see (You got the check though?)
I'm Trevor Jones and I'm in
I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the
though?)
and he's still mad
But, this time he brought someone else 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 niggaz why you mad son!
Tell niggaz why you mad son!
(OK, please, one at a time)
em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son!
YouknowhatI'msayin? 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 be recognizin all that new jack shit
Yo we don't play, we don't play that youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
That nigga be on bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do that shit, word,
He no real producer neither
And then come to find out
My brother hipped me to it, the tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, the shit that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the that got me mad!
That's the shit,
(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?
got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and shit
like youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up and shit

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