Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo this youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that don't me for whatever reason
You got niggaz don't wanna see me rich
You got niggaz mad cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got that 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 niggaz pop
But a lot of niggaz don't hits
But it's like this Bad Boy shit
we come to bring it to niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you dance, we dance
One: Mase
Now trick what? 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, find that, Puff a dime stack
hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, lick her low, the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies 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 smoke 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 like I won a (uhh, uhh)
sung by Notorious B.I.G.
spoken words by
around the world and I I I
And we been playa hated what?]
I know when and I don't know why
Why they want us faded
I don't know why hate us [yeah]
Is it our ladies?
Or I Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!
Verse Two: Daddy
I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a (yeah)
Now I'm in houses, cream 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)
Hoes of all complexions, I like
Mase you got hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak begin
How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, a Benz)
Mercedes, c'mere baby, you like the way
it's hot and hazy, never shady, you be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put lips on this
Don't kiss there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees a wrist 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, hope I, a flow by
In the new treasure on a old try
Never my throat dry, even when the lie
Eat the mami chochi and a low-ride
We never ride far, packed in a car
money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little
all on the scream, 'That's 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)
Rock tons of gold, nuff I fold
the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toll
Chorus w/ modifications
line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah, uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We been hated!
line 3, Puff:
line 4, Why they want us hated!
line 5, Why they hate us?
line 6, Is it our ladies?
line 7, Puff: Say
line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ talking while B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I gotta ask
Why's there so much jealousy in the
Don't at mine, get yours
(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 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 Jones and I'm in
I've been conversing the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and still pretty mad
But, this he brought 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 them 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, Iiiiiii be I be I
I been, I been for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?
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 play that shit
(Please Mr. Producer, yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
That nigga be on some bullshit,
We ain't, we do that shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real neither
And come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
the shit that got me mad!
That's the shit,
(It's a oriented show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they rooms and shit
like youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the rain kids climbin up mountains and shit

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