Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

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

Verse Mase

Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd to replace you
you to your face Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz talk shit, we mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime
hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Jigalo
Getcha hoe, lick her low, the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly guys with
Drive with the tints be thirty-five percent
hope I lay so I look both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, nigga leave without me my shit
Got plans to get my and my 6
outta pen'll understand this 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 been playa hated what?]
I know and I don't know why
Why they us faded [ahehe]
I don't know why they us [yeah]
Is it our [uh-huh]
Or our drop Mercedes [uhh,
bay-BEE!

Verse Puff Daddy

I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a (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 Boys to the Crushed Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some hoes well nigga, em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the 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 must be
It's ridiculous, how you put your on this
Don't kiss right there I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin with a wrist full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the macaroni the cheese

Verse Three: Puff Daddy,

Now rule the world, even though I'm young
I it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all from the tip of my tongue
Lick em places niggaz dare put they faces (c'mon)

Before I die, I, remake a flow by
In the brand new on a old try
Now my third dry, even when the smoke lie
Eat the mami's chocha and drive her
We ride far, packed five in a car
Save 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.
in clubs with 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
1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, We been playa hated!
line 3, Puff:
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!

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

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

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

OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy
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 and I'm sitting in
I've been conversing with the Mad (Did you get the check though?)
and he's still mad
But, time he brought someone else with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god 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 niggaz 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, Iiiiiii be I be I
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 shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, calm down)
That nigga be on some bullshit,
We ain't, we don't do that shit, word,
He ain't no real neither
And then come to 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 that got me mad!
the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
(It's a family show)
That's the shit that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm this nigga video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and
like that
nigga dancin in the rain 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 two hundred miles an hour
WHERE THE IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the 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 John shit...