Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo this youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz that don't wanna see me
You got that's mad cause I'm always with they bitch
you got niggaz that just don't like me
You know the those P.H.D.
But you I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
see it's a difference a lot of pop shit
But a lot of niggaz don't hits
But it's this whole Bad Boy shit
we come to it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you wanna dance, we
One: Mase
Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't Mase do
Got a lot of girls love to replace you
you to your face Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz talk shit, we mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime
hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent with money fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints be thirty-five percent
hope I lay so I look both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint gray'
No way, nigga leave without 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)
Chorus: by Notorious B.I.G.
spoken by Puff
Been around the and I I I
And we been playa hated [say
I don't when and I don't know why
Why they want us [ahehe]
I don't know why hate us [yeah]
Is it our ladies?
Or I drive [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!
Verse Puff Daddy
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 swimmin in, all the women be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like
Mase you got some well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the show 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, shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your on this
Don't kiss right girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees with a full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the with the cheese

Verse Three: Daddy, Mase
Now Puff the world, even though I'm young
I it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all from the tip of my tongue
Lick em places niggaz wouldn't dare put faces (c'mon)
Before I die, hope I, remake a by
In the brand new on a old try
Never my throat dry, when the smoke lie
Eat the chochi and drive a low-ride
We never ride far, five in a car
Save for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I 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.
Come in with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the
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!
line 5, Puff: Why hate us?
line 6, Is it our ladies?
line 7, Puff: Say
line 8, Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
w/ Puff talking while B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I ask myself
there so much jealousy in the world?
Don't look at mine, get
(music fades)
Show from B.I.G.'s album continued:
OK after these messages we'll be with
the Mad and his brother the Mad Producer, after this

OK sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
We'll get you this
Take a sip of water, 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 been conversing the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and he's still mad
But, this time he someone 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 I'ma keep it real for you
t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz 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 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 play that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, calm down)
That nigga be on some bullshit,
We ain't, we don't do shit, word, yeah
He no real producer neither
And then come to out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother hipped me to it, the tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the shit got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
the shit that got me mad!
That's the shit,
(It's a oriented show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? the shit that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this nigga video
They got mermaids in they living rooms and shit
that youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the rain kids climbin up mountains and shit

I'm I'm I'm watchin this video
(I'm gonna to ask you to refrain from the language)
the car goin two hundred an hour
THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, refrain from the foul language)
The climbin out the fuckin car!
(One time)
Let me see you try shit on a train!
Try that shit on a fuckin train
What kind of shit,
Got a niggaz write for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got John shit...