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 don't wanna see me
You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always 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 shit but I back it up
see it's a difference, a lot of pop shit
But a lot of niggaz make hits
But it's like whole Bad Boy shit
we come to bring it to niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you dance, we dance

One: Mase

Now trick what? who? That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to you
Tell you to your face Boo, not your back
Niggaz talk shit, we never mind
Funny, find that, Puff a dime stack
hot shit, and make a nigga 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
Drive with the tints that be percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both
Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke
No way, nigga leave without me my shit
Got plans to get my 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 the world and I I I
And we been hated [say what?]
I don't and I don't know why
Why want us faded [ahehe]
I don't know why hate 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 houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right)
I was a gentleman, livin in
Now I'm swimmin in, all the that be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I cinnamon
Mase you got some hoes nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you for, let the freak show begin
How they came in a (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, c'mere baby, you like the way
hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put lips on this
Don't kiss there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees with a wrist of G's
Nigga please, I'm the with the cheese

Verse Puff Daddy, Mase

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

Before I die, I, remake a flow 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 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 of gold, nuff money I fold
the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toe

Chorus w/ slight
1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We been hated!
3, Puff: Why?
line 4, Puff: Why want us hated!
line 5, Why they hate us?
6, Puff: Is it our ladies?
line 7, Say what?
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)

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

OK after messages we'll 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 back as you can see (You got the check though?)
I'm Jones and I'm sitting in
I've been conversing with the Mad (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 madder (You god damn 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!
them niggaz why you mad son!
(OK, please, one at a time)
Tell em why you mad son, up, tell em why you mad son!
Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I been
I been, I here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?
I don't, I don't, I don't, I
I don't be recognizin all new jack shit
Yo we don't play, we don't play that 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 come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, the shit that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the shit got me mad!
That's the shit,
(It's a oriented 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 rooms and
like that
This nigga dancin in the rain with kids up mountains and shit

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