Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

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

Verse Mase

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

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

around the world and I I I
And we been playa [say what?]
I don't know and I know why
Why they want us faded
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, livin in
Now I'm swimmin in, all the that be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I cinnamon
Mase you got hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
you waitin for, let the freak show begin
How they in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, baby, you don't like the way
it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be
It's ridiculous, how you put lips on this
Don't kiss right there girlfriend I'm (heheh)
And I be fees with a wrist full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the

Verse Puff Daddy, Mase

Now Puff rule the world, though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies (yeah)
Get em all strung from the tip of my
Lick em places niggaz dare put they faces (c'mon)

Before I die, hope I, remake a 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 ride far, five in a car
Save money for the drinks, I'm to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star, kids
all on the scream, 'That's my car!'

It was couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, nuff money I
the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toe

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

Chorus w/ talking while B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I gotta ask
there so much jealousy in the world?
Don't at mine, get yours
(music fades)

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

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

OK sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
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 Trevor and I'm sitting in
I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the though?)
and still pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone else him
and frankly (yeah yeah) he's even 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 them why you mad son!
Tell them why you mad son!
(OK, please, one at a time)
Tell em why you mad son, up, tell em why you mad son!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I
I been, I been here for the culture,
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 that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please down)
That nigga be on bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do shit, word, yeah
He no real producer neither
And then come to find out
My brother hipped me to it, the nigga to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the shit got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the shit got me mad!
the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
(It's a oriented show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the shit feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this video youknowhatI'msayin?
got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and shit
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 hundred miles an
WHERE THE IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the language)
The nigga climbin out the car!
(One time)
Let me see you try that on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a train
What kind of shit,
Got a thousand niggaz for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got Blaze shit...