Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

Yo yo, this Mase,
You got niggaz that like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz don't wanna see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad, I'm always with they bitch
you got niggaz that 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 hits
But it's like whole Bad Boy shit
we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox,
Rob
If you wanna dance, we

One: Mase

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

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

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

Verse Two: Puff

I was in one bedroom, of a million (yeah)
Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the (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 be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I 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 (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, baby, you don't like the way
it's hot and hazy, shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put lips on this
kiss right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees with a full of G's
please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

Verse Three: Daddy, Mase

Now Puff the world, even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all strung from the tip of my
Lick em niggaz wouldn't 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 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 drive I'm a star, kids
all on the corner scream, 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, nuff money I
Roll the way you roll, break a hundred out the toe

Chorus w/ modifications
line 1, C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, We been playa hated!
line 3, Puff:
line 4, Puff: Why want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why 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 so much jealousy in the world?
Don't at mine, get yours
(music fades)

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

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

OK sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
get you through this
Take a sip of water, breath, that'll 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, this time he brought someone else him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) even madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?

Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma it real simple for you
t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz why you mad son!
Tell niggaz 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 be recognizin 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 shit, word, yeah
He ain't no producer neither
And then come to find out
My brother hipped me to it, the nigga to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the shit got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the that got me mad!
That's the shit,
(It's a family show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the shit feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin nigga video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they living and shit
that youknowhatI'msayin?
This 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 refrain the language)
the car two hundred miles an hour
WHERE THE IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain the foul language)
The nigga climbin out the car!
(One time)
Let me see you try that on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a train
What of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a niggaz write for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got Blaze shit...