Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo this youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz that don't wanna see me
You got niggaz mad cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggaz just don't like me
You know the those P.H.D.
But you I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
see it's a difference a lot of pop shit
But a lot of don't make hits
But like this whole Bad Boy shit
we to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you dance, we dance
Verse Mase
Now trick what? who? That ain't what Mase 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 a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
know, we go against 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 hope I lay so I look both
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.
words by Puff
Been the world and I I I
And we been playa hated [say
I know when and I don't know why
Why they us faded [ahehe]
I don't know why they hate us
Is it our [uh-huh]
Or I Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!
Verse Two: Daddy
I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a (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 women that be (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Linen Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some hoes nigga, send em in (c'mon)
you waitin for, let the freak show begin
How they came in a (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
It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on
Don't kiss there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees with a full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the macaroni the cheese

Verse Three: Puff Daddy,
Now Puff rule the world, though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all come (yeah)
Get em all strung the tip of my tongue
Lick em niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)
Before I die, hope I, a flow by
In the brand new on a old try
Never my throat dry, even when the lie
Eat the mami and drive a low-ride
We never far, packed five in a car
Save money for the drinks, I'm to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I I'm a star, little kids
all on the corner scream, my car!'
It was couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
Come in with 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, Puff: C'mon, yeah, uh-huh
2, Puff: We been playa hated!
line 3, Puff:
line 4, Puff: Why want us hated!
line 5, Why they hate us?
6, Puff: Is it our ladies?
line 7, Say what?
8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ Puff while B.I.G. sings
You know, I gotta ask myself
there so much jealousy in the world?
Don't at mine, get yours
(music fades)
Radio from B.I.G.'s album continued:
OK these messages we'll be back with
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after

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

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