Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

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

Verse One:

Now trick what? Lace That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your
Niggaz talk shit, we never that
Funny, find that, Puff a dime stack
hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem
Getcha hoe, her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly guys gems
Drive with the tints that be percent
hope I lay so I look both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke
No way, nigga leave handin me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll understand this
Pop champagne I won a championship (uhh, uhh)

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

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

Verse Two: 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)
from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like
Mase you got some 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
hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on
Don't kiss right girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin with a wrist full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the macaroni the cheese

Verse Three: Daddy, Mase

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

Before I die, hope I, remake a by
In the new treasure on a old try
Now when my third dry, when the smoke lie
Eat the mami's chocha and 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 scream, 'That's my car!'

It was days 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 I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, a hundred out the toe

Chorus w/ slight
1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, We been 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, Say what?
line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-BEE!

w/ Puff talking while B.I.G. sings
You know, I gotta ask myself
Why's there so much jealousy in the
Don't look at mine, get
(music fades)

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

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

OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy
get you through this
Take a sip of water, deep breath, 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 the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check though?)
and he's still mad
But, this time he brought else with 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 them 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 don't be all that new jack shit
Yo we play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please down)
That be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real producer
And come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother hipped me to it, the nigga to rap now!
Oh yeah, the shit that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the that got me mad!
That's the shit,
(It's a family show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? the shit that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
up, youknowhatI'msayin?
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this nigga video
They got mermaids swimmin in they living and shit
that youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and

I'm I'm I'm watchin this nigga
(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 out the fuckin car!
(One time)
Let me see you try shit on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a train
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...