Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

Yo yo, Mase, youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz that don't wanna see me
You got that's mad, cause 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 this whole Bad Boy shit
we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox,
Rob
If you wanna dance, we

Verse Mase

Now trick what? Lace who? That what Mase do
Got a lot of girls love to replace you
you to your face Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz talk shit, we never mind
Funny, find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem
Getcha hoe, lick her low, the bitch, hit the do'
I honies with money fly guys with gems
with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint gray'
No way, leave without handin me my shit
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.
spoken words by

around the world and I I I
And we been playa hated [say
I don't know and I know why
Why they want us [ahehe]
I don't know why they hate us
Is it our [uh-huh]
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, cream to the (that's right)
I was a gentleman, livin in
Now I'm in, all the women that be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like
you got some hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you for, let the freak show begin
How came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't the way
it's hot and hazy, shady, you must 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 a wrist full of G's
please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

Verse Puff Daddy, Mase

Now rule the world, even though I'm young
I it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all strung from the tip of my
Lick em places niggaz wouldn't dare put they (c'mon)

Before I die, hope I, a flow by
In the brand new on a old try
Now when my third dry, even the smoke lie
Eat the mami's chocha and 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 I'm a star, little kids
all on the scream, 'That's my car!'

It was days be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
Come in clubs B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, nuff I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, a hundred out the toe

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

Chorus w/ Puff while B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I gotta ask
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 we'll be back with
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, this

OK just sit back, relax, and yourself
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 Jones and I'm sitting in
been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check though?)
and he's still mad
But, this time he brought 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 it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them why you mad son!
them 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 here for the culture,
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 shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please down)
nigga be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we do that shit, word, yeah
He ain't no producer neither
And then to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother hipped me to it, the tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, the shit that 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 that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this nigga video
They got mermaids swimmin in they rooms and shit
like youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and

I'm I'm I'm watchin this nigga
(I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain the language)
the car goin two hundred miles an
WHERE THE IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, refrain from the foul language)
The nigga climbin out the car!
(One time)
Let me see you try shit on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try shit on a fuckin train
What of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a thousand niggaz for him, let ME write for you
Son my is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit...