Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

Yo yo, Mase, youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that don't me for whatever reason
You got that don't wanna see me rich
You got niggaz mad, cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got that just don't like me
You know, the, those P.H.D.
But you I pop a lot of shit 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 Bad Boy shit
we come to bring it to niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you dance, we dance

Verse Mase

Now trick Lace who? That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls love to replace you
Tell you to your Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz talk shit, we never that
Funny, never find that, a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind
Niggaz know, we go against the Jigalo
hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly with gems
Drive with the that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both
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 shit
Pop champagne like I won a (uhh, uhh)

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

Been the world and I I I
And we been hated [say what?]
I don't know and I know why
Why they want us faded
I don't why they hate us [yeah]
Is it our [uh-huh]
Or our drop [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!

Verse Puff Daddy

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, in tenements
Now I'm in, all the women that be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I cinnamon
Mase you got some hoes nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak show
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 be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put lips on this
Don't kiss there girlfriend 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 rule the world, even though I'm young
I it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all strung from the tip of my
em places niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)

Before I die, I, remake a flow by
In the new treasure on a old try
Now when my third dry, even when the lie
Eat the mami's chocha and drive her
We never ride far, packed in a car
Save money for the drinks, I'm 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.
in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, a hundred out the toe

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

Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G.
You know, sometimes I ask myself
Why's there so jealousy in the world?
Don't at mine, get yours
(music fades)

Radio Show from B.I.G.'s continued:

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

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

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

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

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