Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

Yo yo, Mase, youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that don't like me for reason
You got niggaz that wanna see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always with they
Then you got niggaz 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 don't make hits
But like this 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 what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind back
Niggaz talk shit, we never that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime
Write hot shit, and make a say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem
hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly with gems
with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, nigga leave without me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta understand this shit
Pop champagne I won a championship (uhh, uhh)

Chorus: by Notorious B.I.G.
spoken by Puff

Been around the and I I I
And we been playa [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 ladies?
Or our drop Mercedes [uhh,
bay-BEE!

Verse Two: 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 swimmin in, all the women be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
of all complexions, I like 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 truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, 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 kiss right there girlfriend I'm (heheh)
And I be switchin fees with a wrist of G's
please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

Verse Three: Puff Daddy,

Now Puff rule the world, though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies (yeah)
Get em all from 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, when the smoke lie
Eat the mami's and drive her loca
We never far, packed five in a car
money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star, kids
all on the scream, 'That's my car!'

It was couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
Come in clubs with B.I., now a V.I. (uh-huh)
tons of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a out the toe

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

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

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

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

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

And back as you can see (You got the check though?)
I'm Jones and I'm sitting 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 quite (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so

Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it 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, 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, 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 then to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother 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 shit 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 watchin nigga video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and
like youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the with kids climbin up mountains and shit

I'm I'm I'm this nigga video
(I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain the language)
the car goin two hundred an hour
THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the language)
The nigga climbin out the car!
(One time)
Let me see you try that on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try shit 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...