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 that don't wanna see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad cause I'm with they bitch
Then you got niggaz just don't 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 a lot of niggaz pop shit
But a lot of niggaz make hits
But it's like this whole Bad Boy
we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox,
Rob
If you wanna dance, we
Verse One:
Now what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not your back
talk 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
hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent with money fly guys with gems
with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint gray'
No way, nigga leave handin me my shit
Got plans to get my and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll understand shit
Pop like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
Chorus: by Notorious B.I.G.
spoken words by
Been around the and I I I
And we been hated [say what?]
I don't when and I don't know why
Why they us faded [ahehe]
I know why they hate us [yeah]
Is it our ladies?
Or I drive [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!
Verse Two: Daddy
I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a (yeah)
Now I'm in houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right)
I was a gentleman, in tenements
Now I'm swimmin in, all the women be tens (hoo)
from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I cinnamon
Mase you got some well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the show begin
How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, a Benz)
Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't the way
hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on
Don't kiss right there girlfriend I'm (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 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 new treasure on a old try
Never my throat dry, even the smoke lie
Eat the mami and drive a low-ride
We never 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, little
all on the corner scream, my car!'
It was days 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
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the
Chorus w/ slight
1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We playa hated!
line 3, Puff:
line 4, Puff: Why want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why hate us?
6, Puff: Is it our ladies?
line 7, Puff: Say
line 8, Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ talking while B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I gotta ask
Why's there so jealousy in the world?
look at mine, get yours
(music fades)
Radio Show from B.I.G.'s continued:
OK these messages we'll be back with
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after

OK just sit back, relax, and yourself
We'll get you through
Take a sip of water, deep breath, do it
And welcome as you can see (You got the check though?)
I'm Jones and I'm sitting in
I've conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and still pretty mad
But, this time he brought 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 them niggaz why you mad son!
Tell 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, be I be I been
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 that new jack
Yo we don't play, we don't that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
nigga be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we do that shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real neither
And then come to find out
My brother me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, the shit that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the that got me mad!
That's the shit,
(It's a family show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? the shit that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids in they living rooms and shit
like youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the rain kids climbin up mountains and shit

I'm I'm I'm watchin nigga 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 from the foul language)
The nigga out the fuckin car!
(One time)
Let me see you try that on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that on a fuckin train
What kind of shit,
Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got John shit...