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 niggaz that don't see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad cause I'm always with bitch
Then you got niggaz that don't like me
You know the P.H.D. niggaz
But you know I pop a lot of shit but I it up though
see it's a difference a lot of niggaz pop
But a lot of don't make hits
But it's like this Bad Boy shit
we to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you dance, we dance
Verse One:
Now trick what? Lace who? That what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your
Niggaz talk shit, we never that
Funny, never find that, a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a say, 'Rewind that'
know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I honies with money fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints that be thirty-five
Hoes hope I lay so I look ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint gray'
No way, nigga leave without 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
Been the world and I I I
And we been playa hated what?]
I don't know and I don't know why
Why they want us faded
I don't know why they us [yeah]
Is it our ladies?
Or I drive [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!
Verse Puff Daddy
I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a (yeah)
Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the (that's right)
I was a gentleman, livin in
Now I'm in, all the women that be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the 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 came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, a Benz)
Mercedes, c'mere baby, you like the way
it's hot and hazy, shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your on this
Don't kiss right there girlfriend I'm (heheh)
And I be switchin fees with a wrist of G's
Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the

Verse Three: Daddy, Mase
Now Puff the world, even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all strung the tip of my tongue
Lick em places niggaz 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 the smoke lie
Eat the mami chochi and drive a
We never ride far, five in a car
Save for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And I drive 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, money I fold
the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toll
Chorus w/ modifications
1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, We been playa hated!
3, Puff: Why?
line 4, Why they want us hated!
line 5, Why they hate us?
line 6, Is it our ladies?
7, Puff: Say what?
line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ Puff talking B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I ask myself
Why's 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 and his brother the Mad Producer, after this

OK sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
We'll get you through
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 been with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and he's still mad
But, this time he someone else with him
and quite (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?
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, up, tell 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 don't be recognizin all new jack shit
Yo we play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
That nigga be on some bullshit,
We ain't, we don't do that shit, word,
He ain't no real producer
And then come to out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, the shit that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
the shit that got me mad!
That's the shit,
(It's a family show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin nigga 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 mountains and

I'm I'm I'm watchin this video
(I'm gonna have to ask you to from the language)
the car two hundred miles an hour
THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain the foul language)
The nigga out the fuckin car!
(One time)
Let me see you try that on a train!
Try that shit on a fuckin 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...