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 that wanna see me rich
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 but I back it up though
see it's a difference, a lot of 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 Mase

Now trick Lace who? That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls love to replace you
Tell you to your Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz talk shit, we never that
Funny, never that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind
know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, 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 I lay so I look both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint gray'
No way, nigga leave without me my shit
Got plans to get my and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll understand this
Pop champagne I won a championship (uhh, uhh)

Chorus: sung by B.I.G.
words by Puff

Been the world and I I I
And we been playa hated [say
I don't know and I know why
Why want us faded [ahehe]
I don't know why hate us [yeah]
Is it our [uh-huh]
Or our Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!

Verse Two: Puff

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, livin in
Now I'm swimmin in, all the women be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (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 show begin
How they came in a (Mase: Nah Puff, that's 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 there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin with a wrist full of G's
please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

Verse Three: Puff Daddy,

Now Puff rule the world, even I'm young
I it my biz to see that all ladies 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, I, remake a flow by
In the new treasure on a old try
Now when my dry, even when 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 I drive 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 clubs with B.I., now a V.I. (uh-huh)
tons 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, We been playa hated!
line 3, Puff:
4, Puff: Why they want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why they us?
line 6, Puff: Is it our
line 7, Puff: Say
8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!

Chorus w/ talking while B.I.G. sings
You know, I gotta ask myself
Why's there so much jealousy in the
look at mine, get yours
(music fades)

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

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

OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy
We'll get you through
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 conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check though?)
and he's still mad
But, this time he someone 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 real for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them 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!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I
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 that new shit
Yo we don't play, we play that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, calm down)
That nigga be on some bullshit,
We ain't, we don't do shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real neither
And then to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My hipped 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 that 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 in they living rooms and shit
like that
This nigga in the rain with kids climbin 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 two hundred miles an hour
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 that on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that on a fuckin train
What of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a thousand niggaz for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got Blaze shit...