Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo this youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever
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 that don't like me
You the those P.H.D. niggaz
But you know I pop a lot of but I back it up though
see a difference a lot of niggaz pop shit
But a lot of niggaz make hits
But like this whole Bad Boy shit
we come to bring it to niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you wanna dance, we
One: Mase
Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to you
Tell you to your face Boo, not your back
talk shit, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, a dime stack
hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem
hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent with money fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints that be percent
Hoes I lay so I look both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint gray'
No way, nigga leave handin me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz pen'll understand this shit
Pop like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
Chorus: by Notorious B.I.G.
words by Puff
Been around the and I I I
And we been hated [say what?]
I know when and I don't know why
Why they us faded [ahehe]
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 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)
Hoes of all complexions, I cinnamon
Mase you got hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you for, let the freak show begin
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
It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on
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 Three: Puff Daddy,
Now rule the world, even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies (yeah)
Get em all from the tip of my tongue
Lick em places wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)
Before I die, I, remake a flow by
In the new treasure on a old try
Never my throat dry, even when the lie
Eat the mami chochi and a low-ride
We never ride far, packed in a car
Save for the drinks, I'm about 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 B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
tons of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the
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, Puff: Why hate us?
line 6, Is it our ladies?
line 7, Say what?
8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ Puff talking B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I ask myself
there so much jealousy in the world?
Don't look at mine, get
(music fades)
Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album
OK after these we'll be back with
the Mad Rapper and his the Mad Producer, after this

OK just sit back, relax, and yourself
get you through this
Take a sip of water, breath, that'll do it
And welcome back as you can see (You got the though?)
I'm Jones and I'm sitting in
been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and he's pretty mad
But, this time he brought else with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?
Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them why you mad son!
Tell them 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, Iiiiiii be I be I
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 don't play, we play that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please down)
That nigga be on some bullshit,
We ain't, we don't do shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real producer
And come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother 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 shit got me mad!
the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
(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 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 nigga video
(I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain the language)
the car goin two miles an hour
THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the language)
The nigga climbin out the car!
(One time)
Let me see you try that on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try shit on a fuckin train
kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got Blaze shit...