Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

Yo yo, this Mase,
You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever
You got niggaz that wanna see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always with they
you got niggaz that 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 hits
But it's like this whole Bad Boy
we to bring 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 to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your
talk shit, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, a dime stack
Write hot shit, and a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem
Getcha hoe, her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly guys with
Drive the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes I lay so I look both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke
No way, leave without handin me my shit
Got plans to get my and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll this shit
Pop champagne like I won a (uhh, uhh)

sung by Notorious B.I.G.
spoken by Puff

around the world and I I I
And we been playa hated what?]
I know and I don't know why
Why want us faded [ahehe]
I don't know why they us [yeah]
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 beach houses, to the ceiling (that's right)
I was a gentleman, livin in
Now I'm swimmin in, all the that be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Linen Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
you waitin for, let the freak show begin
How they in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, c'mere baby, you like the way
it's hot and hazy, never shady, you 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 with the

Verse Three: Puff Daddy,

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

I die, hope 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 ride 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, kids
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, money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, a hundred out the toe

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

Chorus w/ Puff talking B.I.G. sings
You know, I gotta ask myself
Why's there so jealousy in the world?
look at mine, get yours
(music fades)

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

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

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

And back as you can see (You got the check though?)
I'm Trevor Jones and I'm in
I've been with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check though?)
and still pretty mad
But, this he brought someone else with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god right!)
Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so

Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them 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 been here for the culture,
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 that youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
That be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real neither
And come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother hipped me to it, the tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the shit got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
the shit that got me mad!
That's the shit,
(It's a oriented show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the shit feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
up, youknowhatI'msayin?
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and
like that
This dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit

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