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 that don't see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always with bitch
Then you got niggaz that don't like me
You know, the, 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 don't 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 dance, we dance

One: Mase

Now trick what? Lace That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind back
Niggaz talk shit, we never that
Funny, never find that, a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Jigalo
hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with fly guys with gems
with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke
No way, leave without handin me my shit
Got plans to get my and my 6
outta pen'll understand this shit
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 hated what?]
I don't know and I know why
Why they us faded [ahehe]
I don't know why they hate us
Is it our [uh-huh]
Or our drop Mercedes [uhh,
bay-BEE!

Verse Two: Puff

I was in one bedroom, of a million (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 that be (hoo)
from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like
Mase you got hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak show
How came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, baby, you don't like the way
hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on
Don't right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees with a wrist of G's
Nigga please, I'm the macaroni the cheese

Verse Three: 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 strung the tip of my tongue
Lick em places niggaz dare put they faces (c'mon)

I die, hope I, remake a flow by
In the brand new on a old try
Now when my dry, even when the smoke lie
Eat the mami's chocha and drive her
We never ride far, five in a car
money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little
all on the scream, 'That's 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)
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 yeah,
2, Puff: We been playa hated!
line 3, Puff:
4, Puff: Why they want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why they us?
line 6, Is it our ladies?
line 7, Puff: Say
8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!

Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G.
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 we'll be with
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after

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

And welcome as you can see (You got the check though?)
I'm Jones and I'm sitting in
I've been with 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) he's 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!
Tell niggaz why you mad son!
(OK, please, one at a time)
Tell em why you mad son, word up, 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 be recognizin all that new jack shit
Yo we don't play, we play that 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 that shit, word,
He ain't no real neither
And then come to find out
My hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, the shit that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the shit got me mad!
the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
(It's a family show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the shit feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
up, youknowhatI'msayin?
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin nigga video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids in they living rooms and shit
like that
This nigga 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 two hundred miles an hour
WHERE THE IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please from 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
kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a thousand niggaz for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got Blaze shit...