Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

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

Verse Mase

Now trick what? who? That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls love to replace you
you to your face Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz shit, we never mind that
Funny, find that, Puff 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 honies with money fly guys with gems
Drive with the that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, nigga leave without me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll understand this
Pop champagne like I won a (uhh, uhh)

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

around the world and I I I
And we been playa hated [say
I don't and I don't know why
Why they want us [ahehe]
I don't know why they hate us
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, to the ceiling (that's right)
I was a gentleman, livin in
Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be (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 came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, baby, you don't like the way
it's hot and hazy, shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your on this
Don't kiss there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees with a full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the macaroni the cheese

Verse Puff Daddy, Mase

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

Before I die, I, remake a flow by
In the brand new on a old try
Now when my third dry, even the smoke lie
Eat the mami's and drive her loca
We never far, packed five in a car
Save 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 days 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, money I fold
the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toe

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

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

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

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

OK sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
We'll get you this
a sip of water, deep 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 Rapper (Did you get the though?)
and he's still mad
But, this time he brought someone 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 real for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell niggaz 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!
Iiiiiii, 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 don't be recognizin all that new shit
Yo we play, we don't play 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 that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the that got me mad!
the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
(It's a family show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the shit feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm this nigga video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they rooms and shit
like youknowhatI'msayin?
This dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit

I'm I'm I'm watchin this video
(I'm have to ask you to refrain from the language)
the car two hundred miles an hour
THE FUCK 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 of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got Blaze shit...