Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo Mase youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that don't me for whatever reason
You got niggaz that don't wanna see me
You got niggaz that's mad cause I'm always with they
Then you got niggaz just don't like me
You know the those P.H.D.
But you know I pop a lot of shit but I it up though
see it's a a lot of niggaz pop shit
But a lot of niggaz 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 wanna dance, we
One: Mase
Now trick what? Lace That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your
Niggaz talk shit, we mind that
Funny, never that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem
Getcha hoe, lick her low, the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints that be percent
Hoes hope I lay so I both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke
No way, nigga leave without me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll understand this
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 what?]
I don't when and I don't know why
Why they want us [ahehe]
I don't know why hate us [yeah]
Is it our ladies?
Or I drive [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!
Verse Two: Daddy
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, livin in
Now I'm in, all the women that be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like
Mase you got some hoes well nigga, 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, c'mere baby, you don't the way
it's hot and hazy, shady, you must be crazy
ridiculous, how you put your lips on this
Don't right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin with a wrist full of G's
please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

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

OK just sit back, relax, and yourself
We'll get you through
Take a sip of water, breath, that'll do it
And welcome as you can see (You got the check though?)
I'm Jones and I'm sitting in
I've been with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and he's still mad
But, this time he brought someone with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's even (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!
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 here for the culture,
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 be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do that shit, word,
He ain't no real producer
And then to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the shit got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the that got me mad!
the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
(It's a oriented show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the shit feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm this nigga video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they rooms and shit
like youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the rain with climbin up mountains and shit

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