Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

Yo yo, this Mase,
You got that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz don't wanna 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, P.H.D. niggaz
But you I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
see it's a difference, a lot of pop shit
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 wanna dance, we

Verse Mase

Now trick Lace who? That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to you
Tell you to your face Boo, not your back
Niggaz shit, we never mind that
Funny, find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, that'
Niggaz know, we go the Harlem Jigalo
hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint gray'
No way, nigga leave without me my shit
Got plans to get my and my 6
outta pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a (uhh, uhh)

Chorus: sung by B.I.G.
spoken words by

Been around the and I I I
And we been playa [say what?]
I don't and I don't know why
Why they us faded [ahehe]
I don't know why hate us [yeah]
Is it our [uh-huh]
Or our Mercedes [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 to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some hoes nigga, send em in (c'mon)
you waitin for, let the freak show begin
How they came in a (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
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
please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

Verse Puff Daddy, Mase

Now Puff rule the world, even though I'm
I make it my biz to see all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all from the tip of my tongue
Lick em places niggaz dare put they faces (c'mon)

Before I die, I, remake a flow by
In the brand new on a old try
Now when my third dry, even the smoke lie
Eat the mami's chocha and her loca
We never far, packed five in a car
Save money for the drinks, I'm to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star, kids
all on the corner scream, my car!'

It was days be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
Come in clubs B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, nuff money I
Roll the way you roll, break a hundred out the toe

w/ slight modifications
line 1, C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
2, Puff: We been playa hated!
line 3, Why?
4, Puff: Why they want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why hate us?
6, Puff: Is it our ladies?
line 7, Say what?
8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!

Chorus w/ talking while B.I.G. sings
You know, I gotta ask myself
Why's there so much in the world?
Don't look at mine, get
(music fades)

Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album

OK these messages we'll be back with
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after

OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy
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 Trevor and I'm sitting in
I've been conversing the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check though?)
and still pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone else him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) even madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so

Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma keep it real simple for you
t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz why you mad son!
Tell niggaz why you mad son!
(OK, please, one at a time)
Tell em why you mad son, up, tell em why you mad son!
Iiiiiii, 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 be recognizin all that new jack shit
Yo we don't play, we play that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, calm down)
That nigga be on bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real producer
And then come to find out
My brother hipped me to it, the tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the that got me mad!
the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
(It's a family show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the shit that me up
(Gentlemen, please)
up, youknowhatI'msayin?
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this nigga video
They got mermaids swimmin in they living and shit
like youknowhatI'msayin?
nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit

I'm I'm I'm watchin this video
(I'm have to ask you to refrain from the language)
the car goin two hundred an hour
WHERE THE IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please from the foul language)
The nigga climbin out the 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 write for him, let ME write for you
Son my is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit...