Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

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

Verse Mase

Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what do
Got a lot of that'd love to replace you
Tell you to face Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz talk shit, we never mind
Funny, find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a say, 'Rewind that'
know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies money fly guys with gems
Drive the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, nigga leave handin me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
outta pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a (uhh, uhh)

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

around the world and I I I
And we been playa hated [say
I don't know and I don't why
Why they us faded [ahehe]
I don't know why hate 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 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)
Went Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I cinnamon
Mase you got hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak begin
How they 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 lips on this
Don't kiss right girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be fees with a wrist full 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 that all ladies (yeah)
Get em all strung from the tip of my
Lick em places niggaz wouldn't dare put faces (c'mon)

Before I die, I, remake a flow by
In the new treasure on a old try
Now when my dry, even when the smoke lie
Eat the chocha 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 everywhere I I'm a star, little kids
all on the scream, 'That's 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, money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a out the toe

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

Chorus w/ Puff talking B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I gotta ask
Why's so much jealousy in the world?
look at mine, get yours
(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, 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 been conversing the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check though?)
and he's pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone 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 I'ma keep it simple for you
t-t-t-t-t-tell 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!
YouknowhatI'msayin? 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 that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please 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 come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, the shit that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
the shit that got me mad!
That's the shit,
(It's a oriented show)
That's the shit that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in living rooms and shit
like youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and

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