Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

Yo yo, Mase, youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz that don't see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad, I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggaz that just don't 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 don't make hits
But it's like this whole Bad Boy
we come to bring it to niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you wanna dance, we

Verse Mase

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

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

Been around the and I I I
And we been playa hated what?]
I don't 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, dreamin of a (yeah)
Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the (that's right)
I was a gentleman, in tenements
Now I'm swimmin in, all the women be tens (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 for, let the freak 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 lips on
Don't kiss right girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be fees with a wrist full of G's
please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

Verse Three: Daddy, Mase

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

I die, hope I, remake a flow by
In the brand new on a old try
Now when my dry, even when the smoke lie
Eat the mami's chocha and her loca
We never ride far, packed in a car
Save money for the drinks, I'm 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, nuff money I
Roll the way you roll, break a hundred out the toe

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

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

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

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

OK just sit back, relax, and yourself
We'll get you through
a sip of water, deep breath, that'll do it

And welcome as you can see (You got the check 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 pretty mad
But, time he brought someone 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)
em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son!
YouknowhatI'msayin? 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 be recognizin all that new jack shit
Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please down)
nigga be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we do that shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real producer
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!
That's the shit,
(It's a oriented show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the shit that me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this nigga 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 watchin this nigga
(I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain the language)
the car goin two miles an hour
WHERE THE IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain the foul language)
The nigga out the fuckin car!
(One time)
Let me see you try that on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a fuckin
What kind of shit,
Got a niggaz write for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got Blaze shit...