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 don't wanna see me rich
You got that's mad cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggaz that just don't me
You the those P.H.D. niggaz
But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up
see a difference a lot of niggaz pop shit
But a lot of don't make hits
But it's like this whole Bad Boy
we come to it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you wanna dance, we
One: Mase
Now trick Lace who? That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls love to replace you
Tell you to face Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz shit, we never mind that
Funny, never that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Jigalo
Getcha hoe, her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies money fly guys with gems
with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, nigga leave handin me my shit
Got plans to get my and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll understand this
Pop champagne 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 [say what?]
I don't know when and I don't why
Why they want us faded
I don't why they hate us [yeah]
Is it our [uh-huh]
Or I drive [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!
Verse Two: 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, in tenements
Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak show
How they came in a (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, c'mere baby, you like 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 fees a wrist full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the with the cheese

Verse Three: Daddy, Mase
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 niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)
I die, hope I, remake a flow by
In the brand new on a old try
Never my throat dry, even the smoke lie
Eat the mami chochi and 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 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 clubs with B.I., now a V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock of gold, nuff money I fold
the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toll
Chorus w/ slight
line 1, C'mon, yeah 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, Puff: Say
8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee 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 at mine, get yours
(music fades)
Radio Show B.I.G.'s album continued:
OK after these messages be back with
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after

OK sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
get you through this
Take a sip of water, breath, that'll do it
And welcome as you can see (You got the check though?)
I'm Trevor Jones and I'm in
I've been with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and still pretty mad
But, this time he someone else 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 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)
em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I
I been, I here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?
I don't, I don't, I don't, I
I don't be recognizin all 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 nigga be on some bullshit,
We ain't, we do that shit, word, yeah
He ain't no producer neither
And then to find 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 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?
They got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and
like that
This dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit

I'm I'm I'm watchin this video
(I'm gonna to ask you to refrain 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 shit on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a fuckin
What of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a thousand write for him, let ME write for you
Son my is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit...