Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

Yo yo, Mase, youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever
You got niggaz that don't wanna see me
You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always with they
Then you got niggaz that just don't 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 niggaz pop
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 wanna dance, we

Verse Mase

Now trick Lace who? That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd to replace you
Tell you to face Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz talk shit, we never that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime
Write hot shit, and a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, lick her low, the bitch, hit the do'
I honies with money fly guys with gems
Drive the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke
No way, nigga leave without handin me my
Got plans to get my and my 6
Niggaz pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a (uhh, uhh)

Chorus: sung by B.I.G.
words by Puff

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

Verse Two: 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, livin in
Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some hoes nigga, send em in (c'mon)
you waitin for, let the freak 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, never shady, you be crazy
ridiculous, how you put your lips on this
Don't kiss there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin with a wrist full of G's
please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

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 niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)

Before I die, hope I, remake a by
In the new treasure on a old try
Now when my third dry, even when the lie
Eat the chocha and drive her loca
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 days be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
Come in with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, nuff money I
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, Why?
line 4, Why they want us hated!
5, Puff: Why they hate us?
line 6, Puff: Is it our
line 7, Say what?
line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-BEE!

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

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

OK after these messages be back with
the Mad and his brother the Mad Producer, after this

OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy
get you through this
Take a sip of water, deep breath, do it

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

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!
Iiiiiii, 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 that new shit
Yo we don't play, we don't play shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
That nigga be on bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we do that shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real neither
And then come to out youknowhatI'msayin
My hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the shit got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the that got me mad!
the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
(It's a oriented 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 swimmin in they living rooms and shit
that youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the 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 goin two miles an hour
THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please from the foul language)
The nigga out the fuckin car!
(One time)
Let me see you try that on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a fuckin
What of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got Blaze shit...