Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

Yo yo, Mase, youknowhatI'msayin?
You got that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz that wanna see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always with 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 shit but I it up though
see a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit
But a lot of niggaz don't make
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

Verse One:

Now trick what? Lace That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your
talk shit, we never mind that
Funny, find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a say, 'Rewind that'
know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I honies with money fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints that be thirty-five
Hoes hope I lay so I look both
Cop says, 'OK, my tint gray'
No way, nigga leave handin me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll understand this
Pop like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)

sung by Notorious B.I.G.
spoken words by

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

Verse Puff Daddy

I was in one bedroom, of a million (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 that be (hoo)
Went Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the show begin
How they came in a (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, baby, you don't like the way
hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on
kiss right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees a wrist full of G's
please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

Verse Three: Daddy, Mase

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

Before I die, hope I, a flow by
In the brand new on a old try
Now when my third dry, even when the lie
Eat the mami's chocha and drive her
We never ride far, five in a car
Save for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I I'm a star, little kids
all on the corner scream, 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, money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, a hundred out the toe

Chorus w/ modifications
line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah, uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We playa hated!
line 3, Puff:
4, Puff: 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 while B.I.G.
You know, sometimes I gotta ask
Why's there so much jealousy in the
look at mine, get yours
(music fades)

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

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

OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy
We'll get you through
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 he's pretty mad
But, this he brought someone else with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so

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!
Iiiiiii, 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 shit
Yo we don't play, we don't that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
That nigga be on bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do that shit, word,
He ain't no real producer
And then come to out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother hipped me to it, the nigga 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? the shit that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
up, youknowhatI'msayin?
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this nigga youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they rooms and shit
like that
This nigga dancin in the rain with climbin up mountains and shit

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