Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

Yo yo, this Mase,
You got niggaz don't like me for whatever reason
You got that don't wanna see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad, 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 it up though
see a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit
But a lot of don't make hits
But it's like whole Bad Boy shit
we come to bring it to 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 your Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz shit, we never mind that
Funny, find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, that'
Niggaz know, we go the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent with money fly guys with gems
with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, nigga leave without 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 words by

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

Verse Two: Puff

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, in tenements
Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be (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 well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
you waitin for, let the freak show begin
How came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, baby, you don't like the way
it's hot and hazy, never shady, you be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your on this
Don't right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees with a full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the macaroni the cheese

Verse Puff Daddy, Mase

Now rule the world, even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies (yeah)
Get em all strung the tip of my tongue
Lick em places niggaz wouldn't put they faces (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 and drive her loca
We never ride far, packed 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 couldn't 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
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a out the toe

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

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

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

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

OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy
We'll get you this
Take a sip of water, deep breath, 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 with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the though?)
and he's pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone else him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's even (You god damn right!)
Mr. (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?

Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma keep it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell niggaz 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 here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?
I don't, I don't, I don't, I
I don't be recognizin all that new jack
Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit
(Please Mr. Producer, yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
That nigga be on some bullshit,
We ain't, we don't do shit, word, yeah
He ain't no producer neither
And come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother 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 shit got me mad!
the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
(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?
got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and shit
like youknowhatI'msayin?
nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit

I'm I'm I'm watchin this video
(I'm gonna have to ask you to from the language)
the car two hundred 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 shit on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that on a fuckin train
kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a niggaz write for him, let ME write for you
Son my is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit...