Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo this youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that don't like me for reason
You got niggaz don't wanna see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad cause I'm always with they
Then you got niggaz that just like me
You know the those P.H.D.
But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up
see it's a a lot of niggaz pop shit
But a lot of niggaz don't hits
But like this whole Bad Boy shit
we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox,
Rob
If you dance, we dance
One: Mase
Now trick what? who? 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 mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a stack
hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem
Getcha hoe, lick her low, the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly guys gems
Drive the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, nigga leave handin me my shit
Got plans to get my and my 6
Niggaz outta understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a (uhh, uhh)
Chorus: sung by B.I.G.
spoken by Puff
Been the world and I I I
And we been hated [say what?]
I don't know when and I don't why
Why want us faded [ahehe]
I don't why they hate us [yeah]
Is it our [uh-huh]
Or I Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!
Verse Two: Puff
I was in one bedroom, of a million (yeah)
Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the (that's right)
I was a gentleman, livin in
Now I'm in, all the women that be tens (hoo)
from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I cinnamon
Mase you got some well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
you waitin for, let the freak show begin
How they came in a (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, c'mere baby, you like the way
it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be
It's ridiculous, how you put your on this
Don't right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be fees with a wrist full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the

Verse Three: Daddy, Mase
Now rule the world, even 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 dare put they faces (c'mon)
Before I die, I, remake a flow by
In the brand new on a old try
Never my throat dry, when the smoke lie
Eat the mami and drive a low-ride
We never far, packed five in a car
Save money for the drinks, I'm 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.
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 toll
Chorus w/ modifications
line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah,
line 2, We been playa hated!
line 3, Puff:
4, Puff: Why they want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why they us?
line 6, Puff: Is it our
line 7, Say what?
line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G.
You know, I gotta ask myself
there so much jealousy in the world?
Don't at mine, get yours
(music fades)
Radio Show B.I.G.'s album continued:
OK after these we'll be back with
the Mad Rapper and his the Mad Producer, after this

OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy
get you through this
Take a sip of water, breath, that'll do it
And welcome back as you can see (You got the though?)
I'm Jones and I'm sitting in
I've conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and he's still mad
But, this time he brought else with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) 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!
Tell niggaz 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, be I be I been
I been, I been for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?
I don't, I don't, I don't, I
I don't be all that new jack shit
Yo we don't play, we play that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
That nigga be on some bullshit,
We ain't, we don't do shit, word, yeah
He ain't no producer neither
And then come to out youknowhatI'msayin
My hipped me to it, the nigga tryin 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 family show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the shit feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this nigga video
They got mermaids swimmin in living rooms and shit
that youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit

I'm I'm I'm watchin nigga video
(I'm gonna have to ask you to from the language)
the car goin two miles an hour
WHERE THE IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain the foul language)
The nigga climbin out the 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 niggaz for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got Blaze shit...