Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

Yo yo, this Mase,
You got niggaz don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz don't wanna see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always they bitch
Then you got niggaz that just like me
You know, the, those P.H.D.
But you know I pop a lot of shit but I it up though
see it's a difference, a lot of pop shit
But a lot of niggaz don't hits
But like this whole Bad Boy shit
we to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you wanna dance, we

One: Mase

Now trick what? Lace That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls love to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind back
Niggaz talk shit, we never mind
Funny, never find that, a dime stack
Write hot shit, and a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, lick her low, the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly guys gems
Drive with the that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, nigga without handin me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll understand shit
Pop like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)

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

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

Verse Puff Daddy

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, livin in
Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I cinnamon
Mase you got some well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak begin
How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, a Benz)
Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't the way
it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be
It's ridiculous, how you put your on this
Don't kiss right there I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees a wrist full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the with the cheese

Verse Three: Puff Daddy,

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

Before I die, I, remake a flow by
In the new treasure on a old try
Now when my dry, even when the smoke lie
Eat the chocha and drive her loca
We never ride far, five in a car
money 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.
Come in clubs B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, a hundred out the toe

Chorus w/ modifications
line 1, C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We been hated!
line 3, Why?
line 4, Puff: Why they us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why hate us?
line 6, Puff: Is it our
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
there so much jealousy in the world?
Don't look at mine, get
(music fades)

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

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

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

And welcome back as you can see (You got the though?)
I'm Trevor Jones and I'm in
I've been with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check though?)
and he's pretty mad
But, this time he brought else with him
and quite (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?

Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it 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 here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?
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 that shit
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, calm down)
That nigga be on bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do that shit, word,
He ain't no real neither
And come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the shit got me mad!
the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
(It's a family show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin nigga video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in living rooms and shit
like that
This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and

I'm I'm I'm watchin nigga video
(I'm have to ask you to refrain from the language)
the car goin two miles an hour
WHERE THE 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...