Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

Yo yo, Mase, youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz don't wanna see me rich
You got that's mad, cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggaz just don't like me
You know, the, P.H.D. niggaz
But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up
see it's a difference, a lot of pop shit
But a lot of niggaz don't make
But like this whole Bad Boy shit
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 face Boo, not behind your back
talk shit, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime
hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go the Harlem Jigalo
hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly with gems
with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look ways
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, leave without handin me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll understand this
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 playa hated [say what?]
I don't know and I don't why
Why they us faded [ahehe]
I don't know why they us [yeah]
Is it our ladies?
Or our Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!

Verse Two: 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 be tens (hoo)
Went Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some hoes well nigga, 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
it's hot and hazy, shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put lips on this
Don't kiss right there I'm ticklish (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 I'm young
I it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all from 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 new treasure on a old try
Now when my third dry, when the smoke lie
Eat the chocha and drive her loca
We never far, packed 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 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 of gold, nuff money I fold
the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toe

Chorus w/ slight
1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We been hated!
line 3, Puff:
line 4, Puff: Why they us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why they us?
line 6, 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 ask myself
there so much jealousy in the world?
Don't 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 sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
We'll get you through
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 been conversing the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check though?)
and still pretty mad
But, this time he brought else with him
and frankly (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?

Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma keep it real simple for you
Yeah them niggaz why you mad son!
Tell them why you mad son!
(OK, please, one at a time)
Tell em why you mad son, word up, em why you mad son!
Iiiiiii, 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 all that 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 that shit, word,
He ain't no real producer
And come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My hipped 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 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 youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they living and shit
like that
This nigga dancin in the rain with climbin up mountains and shit

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