Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo this youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz that don't see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad cause I'm always they bitch
Then you got niggaz that just 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 niggaz pop
But a lot of niggaz don't 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 what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to you
Tell you to face Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz shit, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a stack
Write hot shit, and a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Jigalo
Getcha hoe, her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with fly guys with gems
Drive with the that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint gray'
No way, leave without handin me my shit
Got plans to get my and my 6
Niggaz outta understand this shit
Pop champagne I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
sung by Notorious B.I.G.
spoken by Puff
around the world and I I I
And we been playa [say what?]
I don't when and I don't know why
Why they us faded [ahehe]
I don't know why they us [yeah]
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 beach houses, to the ceiling (that's right)
I was a gentleman, in tenements
Now I'm in, all the women that be tens (hoo)
Went Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like
you got some hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you for, let the freak show 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, 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 with a full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the macaroni the cheese

Verse Puff Daddy, Mase
Now Puff rule the world, even I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all come (yeah)
Get em all from the tip of my tongue
em places niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)
Before I die, hope I, a flow by
In the new treasure on a old try
Never my throat dry, when the smoke lie
Eat the chochi and drive a low-ride
We never ride far, five in a car
money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little
all on the scream, 'That's 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)
tons of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, a hundred out the toll
w/ slight modifications
line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah,
line 2, We been playa hated!
line 3, Why?
line 4, Why they want us hated!
5, Puff: Why they hate us?
line 6, Puff: Is it our
line 7, Puff: Say
line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ Puff while B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I gotta ask
Why's there so much jealousy in the
Don't look at mine, get
(music fades)
Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album
OK after these messages we'll be back
the Mad Rapper and his the Mad Producer, after this

OK sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
We'll get you 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 and I'm sitting in
I've been with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and still pretty mad
But, time he brought someone else with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so
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!
Iiiiiii, 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 all that new jack shit
Yo we don't play, we don't that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please down)
That be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do that shit, word,
He ain't no real neither
And then to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My hipped 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!
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 video
They got swimmin in they living rooms and shit
like youknowhatI'msayin?
This dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit

I'm I'm I'm watchin this nigga
(I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain the language)
the car goin two hundred miles an
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 that on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a train
kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a thousand niggaz for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got John shit...