Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

Yo yo, Mase, youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz that wanna see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always with bitch
Then you got niggaz that just don't me
You know, the, those P.H.D.
But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up
see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop
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 dance, we dance

Verse One:

Now trick what? Lace who? ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd to replace you
Tell you to face Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz talk shit, we never mind
Funny, never find that, a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind
know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly guys with
Drive with the tints that be percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look ways
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, nigga without handin me my shit
Got plans to get my and my 6
Niggaz pen'll understand this shit
Pop like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)

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

around the world and I I I
And we playa hated [say what?]
I don't and I don't know why
Why they want us [ahehe]
I don't why they hate us [yeah]
Is it our ladies?
Or our Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!

Verse Two: Puff

I was in one bedroom, of a million (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 be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some hoes well nigga, 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 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 a wrist full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the with the cheese

Verse Three: Puff Daddy,

Now Puff the world, even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all from the tip of my tongue
Lick em places wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)

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

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

w/ slight modifications
line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah, uh-huh
2, Puff: We been playa hated!
line 3, Why?
line 4, Puff: Why want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why they 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 jealousy in the world?
Don't look at mine, get
(music fades)

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

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

OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy
We'll get you this
a sip of water, deep breath, that'll do it

And back 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 he's still mad
But, time he brought someone else with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) 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 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, be I be I been
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 don't play shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
nigga be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do shit, word, yeah
He ain't no producer neither
And then come to out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother hipped me to it, the 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 oriented show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? the shit that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
up, youknowhatI'msayin?
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this nigga video
They got mermaids swimmin in they rooms and shit
that youknowhatI'msayin?
This dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit

I'm I'm I'm this nigga video
(I'm have to ask you to refrain from the language)
the car goin two miles an hour
WHERE THE IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, refrain from the foul language)
The nigga out the fuckin car!
(One time)
Let me see you try that on a train!
Try that shit on a fuckin train
What of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a niggaz write for him, let ME write for you
Son my is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit...